I remember my death.
To Grandmother’s House We Go
When he was 6 years old my son described in great detail my grandmother’s house he never been to. This was in 1986 or so, pre-internet. There are no pics of the place that I’m aware and no one owned a camcorder in our family, so video is out of question either. It’s a small house with red roof and a purple door (grandma painted the door every couple of years). He described all of it – that it had one big room with a fireplace across from the window, he explained where the doors are located, how there always were some boxes under the stairs, that there always was a faint smell of apples in the house (grandma ran a small time apple sauce business). That there was this cat almost completely white with a black spot around his right eye (that’s mr. Whiskers, my grandma’s cat!).
My grandma and Whiskers both died in 1977, 3 years before my son was born. To this day I can’t fathom it and can’t even get a remotely sane explanation on how does he know all this. I never told him about it, my wife has never met my grandma and never been to her house and in 1986 we were stationed in Germany, so none of my old friends could have reached my son, so this is definitely not someone’s prank. Best part of this is my son says he doesn’t remember telling me that, but my wife heard him saying that too, so if definitely happened! (gaussweiss)
The opposite – my father firmly believes I am the re-incarnation of his dad. I can’t really believe it myself but he says things I do e.g. mannerisms and how I am remind him so much of him it’s uncanny. He doesn’t bring it up often, but will talk about it if I ask him.
Also when I was born one of the nurses who was with my mum apparently picked me up, eyed me for a minute and just said “He’s been here before.” and then put me back down and left, which kinda freaked my mum out a bit. (Archyta5)
“Now you listen to me, son.”
No, you listen to ME, son! (gososer)
Dream a Little Dream of Death
My little brother used to tell my mom and I that he died when he was 11, by being hit by a car. He said our mom was his mom before and when he died she was crying at his headstone. He said this many times between when he could first talk til he was about 6 or so, so it wasn’t a one time thing. Always was 11, always by being hit by a car, it was always our mom crying at his headstone. We were super paranoid when he eventually did turn 11, but now he’s 19 and has never been hit by a car or has died.
Update: so far I haven’t seen him because we’ve managed to work opposite of each other, but I’m home now and he will be home in a few hours hopefully unless he gets stuck late at work. I didn’t forget about you my children I just work a lot!
Okay for real update: He says he remembers telling us about it a lot but only vaguely remembers his “death” like as if it were a dream. (pink_mercedes)