An Old House with a History

I moved in with my late husband’s father in October of 2020. His wife passed some years before so he had been living alone. There was more than enough room for the two of us. I went in prepared for spiritual activity, knowing three people I know of that have died in that house. Surprisingly, not one paranormal event or anything unexplained ever happened. Nothing ever seemed “off.”

At the time I moved in, my father-in-law was caring for a very dear friend. William was already in a senior living community. And unfortunately he was homebound. He had played golf on frequent occasions with my husband. I became like family and was quickly recruited to do haircuts, light cleaning, and other random needed jobs. These two men were delighted to have my help and company. The companionship after my husband died was welcome to me as well.

Facing The Difficult Tasks

Then one April day, William calls and goes to the hospital. I didn’t go see him as my father-in-law went almost everyday, that I can remember. At last there was the call. I’m not sure who exactly was on the other end, I just vividly remember the conversation. As my father-in-law answered questions about Williams’ care, he looked at me sternly as to be asking my approval. “Yes, he can just come here. I have an extra bedroom in the back of the house.” was said.

William was brought to the house on a Thursday afternoon. As I said before, nothing out the ordinary ever suggested there was spiritual or a paranormal event that had ever happened there. I worked first hand with the nurses, nurses’ aides, and hospice. Friday was good, then Saturday was okay. Sunday was bad. Then, something happened.

Is This My Paranormal Event?

I woke up on Monday and felt a warmth and peace radiating from the wall I shared with the back room William was resting in. The air was charged and I could feel the static in it. My heart knew the transition was closer. The whole house felt otherworldly. This was the beginning of my paranormal event.

William left us on Monday. That evening as the sun set, the house was aglow with a warmth I’ve never felt before. It was peaceful and I could feel not only Eric, but others there also. As I went to bed that evening I lit the candle beside my bed. I light one every night for Eric. I have since he left. Only tonight I whispered “This one is for you William” and I went to sleep.

My Medium Reading

In the morning, everything was crisp and the air was heavy but back to normal. We carried on with our day like always. Then a friend of mine reached out. She had felt something. She gifted a medium consult for me just after Eric’s passing and it didn’t go well. My grief was clouding her vision so we left it for another time. My friend told me now was the time. So I scheduled another consult.

Now don’t get me wrong here, I believe in psychics and genuine readers and people who can see things most people can not. Some do have a gift but I’m always the skeptic. So I went into this highly skeptical. I was telling her about William and then she pauses. She asks if I have a candle by my bed. To which I simply replied “yes.” She tells me William says “Thank you for the remembrance. He appreciates everything you did for him and wishes he could have gotten to know you better than the short time you spent.”

I’ve had more than one instance in my life that brings tears and chills. I wanted to share this with you. This was one of the defining moments that made me start traveling. It’s unexplainable. But somehow it brought me comfort. There’s more to this story that I learned from the medium but that will be a story for another time.

So take care, and please share if you have any similar stories or anything paranormal you’ve encountered with loved ones.

Thanks for reading. (And I’m going old school with the pictures. Oldies but Goodies 🙂 –xxooC