My aunt swears to this day that my great-grandfather visited her shortly after he passed on.
Auntie was a small child, and was sleeping in the livingroom at great-grandma's house. She woke up because her feet were terribly cold, and she was going to covor them back up. She looked down the couch, and her feet her covored up, but there was her grandpa, sitting at the foot of the couch, playing with her feet. Auntie hollerred for her grandma, who came into the living room, took one look at where auntie saw her grandpa, and said "No, Benton, we have discussed this, I love having you stay, but you cannot bother the children!"
Her grandpa left, auntie's feet warmed up, and her grandma went back into her room.
The next morning at breakfast, when auntie asked about it, great-grandma denied anyhting of the sort, but up intil the day she died, if anyone walked into a room when great-grandma was alone, we would hear her talking to Benton, and reminding him not to tease the children.
I once lived in an appartment for three days. That is how long it took for me to figure out how to break the lease without penalty. I cannot explain why this bothered me so much, but the inside of the bedroom closet was always pitch black. The closet was across from the bedroom window. Didn't matter if it was day or night, it was black in there. The unit I looked at was fine, but when I went to move in, the landlord told me that the unit above had a water leak, so I had to take a different one. The one she gave me (with the closet) never felt right. If I didn't have a moving truck full ofstuff, Iwould have walked away immediately.
The first night, I realized that the closet door would not stay shut, and it just had a bad feel eminating from it.
For those who are in Iowa-any of you know of the thirteen steps cemetary? That isn't the actual name, but that's what it's known as?
When I lived in Iowa, I occasionally had to drive past it at night. Once, when I was driving with some friends, we hit what we think was a cayote. Male friend got out of the vehicle, saw we had hit an animal, that it wasn't moving, and tried to call animal control. We had to try three different cell phones until we could get any sort of a signal. Once he got through, he stepped back out of the car, and described exactly what we hit, and how it happened to the animal control officer.
The cayote litterally came out of no where. It was just there, in the headlights, right before I hit it.
The animal control guy comes out, walks around the car, walks up to the car, and knocks on the window. When we open the wondow he proceeds to ask us what direction the animal went as it walked away? We never saw it leave. It was not breathing when it was looked at, but when the control guy got there, it was gone, completely, no sign on the car or the road that an animal had been hit.
Animal control guy said that sometimes, these things happen, and sent up on our way. Before we pulled out, Male friend calls the peron we were supposed to meet, to let them know we were running late-on his cell, which wasn't working before.
About two miles before we got to our destination, we see three cars in the ditch. Two of them are totalled, one looks like it stopped to help. The accident happened earlier that night. Once again, had we not been held up, we would have been on the stretch of read when the accident happened.
My car, btw, quit working completely the naxt day.
