Something just didn't feel right...
The Clock on the Wall
When my father died in the hospital, my mom and I got home and looked at the family clock (one of those old French mechanical ones with weights). The clock had stopped exactly at the time of my father’s passing.
Now, nothing was wrong with the clock. The weights were up and everything should have been working. It just stopped ticking at exactly 8:35.
I’m not generally a religious person, but that was definitely odd and got me thinking.
Exactly one year later, on the first anniversary of my father’s death, the clock stopped again at five past half nine. Same story this year. I feel as if the clock has some connection with my father. (slhn)
One Last Goodbye
When I was three, my grandmother passed away and soon after all of my extended family flew in town to have the funeral. A week after the funeral, some relatives were still in town, including my uncle and his family. My grandmother wanted us to sell the house after she passed, so my family did exactly that. It was hectic cause we were trying to pack everything up meanwhile everyone still had to go to work and school.
On one of the days that we had to pack up the house, my parents both had work, my older cousins had school, and my uncles and aunts had jobs/other stuff. However, my uncle (grandma’s oldest son) was available to watch me for a couple hours so he did.
According to him, I asked him to go to the bathroom while he was watching tv. The closest bathroom was in my grandparent’s old room so I went there. When I came back, I asked my uncle who the nice lady was on the bed. He kinda played along with it because he might’ve thought it was an imaginary friend or something. He asked me questions about her to entertain me. I described her as dark haired, kinda white, and wearing a blue night gown.
When I said that, my uncle freaked out because my grandmother always wore a light blue night gown to sleep. After that, my uncle and I left the house and waited outside for my parents to come back home. (azninvzn70)
Watching Over You
When I was 10 my great grandfather passed away. My great grandmother wasn’t used to being in the house alone so my dad and I put an extra light fixture in the hallway for her. After we finished I took an extension cord back down to the basement. I tossed it onto the table and began walking up the stairs.
As I was climbing the steps I glanced to my right, beneath the wall I saw a pair of legs dressed in slacks walking by the table I just left. I bolted, ran past my grandma and dad on my way out of the house. It was only the three of us there. (Safetravels09)