The following is a former winner of the Amazing but Incredibly True Story Contest.
copyright Muse Enterprises, 1998
In 1982 I was seeing a man I loved very much. Something happened and we went our separate ways. I had not spoken to him for about two years until the night I had a dream about his father. At this time I did not know that his father had passed away in 1984. I had gone to bed at the normal time that night but could not sleep. I had finally fallen into a light sleep when Pat's father came to me.
All I could see was a very bright white light, though the light did not hurt my eyes. I heard his voice say "Hello Linda, how are you?" I replied, "I am fine Mr. C, how are you?" He said "I am fine. Will you please tell Pat the key to my safety deposit box is in the wig on the second shelf in my bedroom closet? He has been looking for it but can't seem to hear me." At this point I was very confused because as I said I did not know Mr. C had passed over. I asked him why Pat could not hear him, if there was something wrong with Pat. He replied "No, Linda, all is well with Pat, but you are the only one that can hear me now." I was still confused at this point but I said no problem Mr. C, I will tell Pat. He then said "You take care, Linda," and I replied, "You too, Mr. C." And the light was gone.
Well ,it took me about a week to get up the nerve to call Pat and tell him what had occurred. I figured he would think I had gone off the deep end. Finally I called. The first thing I asked Pat was if everything was all right with his dad. This is when he told me his father had passed away about two weeks prior from cancer. I honestly sat in my chair speechless for what seemed like minutes. Then I said, "Well your father came to me last night. He asked me to tell you where the key to his safety deposit box is." Pat asked, "How did you know I was looking for the key?"
I stated I did not know, but that his father had told me to tell him the key was in the wig on the second shelf in his bedroom closet. He then asked, "Well how did you know about the wigs in the closet?" Again I stated I did not know about any wigs until his father had told me. A little stunned, Pat said,"Okay, thanks. I'll see you later."
About three months went by before I ran into Pat at a picnic. I asked him if he'd found the key he was looking for. He looked at me as if I was a witch or something and replied that he had found it. He asked again how I had know about the key, and I again explained the whole story to him, but I honestly don't think he believed me. Six years passed before I saw Pat again. This time, I decided I could not let him go. I had always loved him, and vowed I would one day marry him. And I did!
One night we were in bed watching TV when all of a sudden our front door flew open and we clearly heard someone run up the steps into the bedroom above ours. We figured our daughter was home. But when 10 minutes had passed and she did not come down to tell use she was home, I went upstairs to check on her. To my surprise, no one was there. I came down and told Pat no one was upstairs. He said I was nuts. He then went upstairs to check for himself only to come down white as a ghost. I asked him did you see anyone and he replied, "Yes, my father." Now I was looking at him like he was nuts, but I could clearly see he was shaken by the incident. I asked if his father said anything to him. He said, "No, he just smiled at me and vanished."
What's funny is to this day when I am home alone and Pat is gone on a business trip, I hear very loud noises from that room. It is like someone is dropping a brick on the floor. It shakes the ceiling fan in my bedroom. When I go upstairs to see what has fallen, there is never a thing out of place. I also can hear two men talking but the closer I get to the step, the farther away the voices get. I can't explain it but you can be sure Pat now believes me when I speak of such things!
I do believe it is my father-in-law in the house with us, but I do wish he would stop scaring me the way he does. I have told him or whomever it may be to go into light but they will not. So I guess I will have to share my house (which by the way was my father-in-law's home before he died) with whoever it is.
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