Whisperings
It was a little after 1 o'clock on a Wednesday morning. I couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning and hearing all of these voices in my head. Whisperings, "pssss, pssss," all these voices talking to me all at once in my ears. It sounded like a hundred little voices talking all at once. All of a sudden, I felt something in my room. I looked around in the dark and felt a presence. I couldn't touch it or see it, but I felt it. I actually felt my bed sag like it does when someone sits on the bed to talk with you. I pulled the covers over me and felt the hairs stand on the back of my neck and asked, "Who's there?" It felt as if someone were watching me. After a while I fell asleep, but was kinda scared to be in the dark. The next day I couldn't shake the feeling of the last night's experience.
Two weeks later, my ex-husband called to tell me that our best friend Kay had died. Kay and I had become really goods friend when my husband and I lived in Oklahoma City. She was like a mother to me. Since my mother lived in New York and I was in my 20s, Kay kinda of took the position of mother to me. John told me that Kay had died in the early hours of a Wednesday morning. Suddenly I knew that my friend had come to say goodbye to me. It was Kay who was with me when she passed! Those voices were angels talking to me. - by Sandra M.
Shirley Saves Her Brother
My mom told me of this story, and she still cries when she tells it. It has never been explained. My sister, Shirley (the firstborn), died of Downs Syndrome at the age of two in 1961. She had holes in her heart. Almost two years later, my mother had a baby boy, my brother, Steven. One day in 1962, my mom was up in the attic doing some work, and my dad was in the basement in his workshop. Steven was supposedly napping in a playpen (age one) in the den. My mom heard, clear as day, Shirley's voice saying, "Dadda! Dadda!" ...and it was as though she were right there next to her in the attic. Clear as day. My dad heard the SAME THING down in his workshop. "Dadda! Dadda!" They both say it was distinctly Shirley's voice. Loud and clear. Dad ran up to tell mom, mom ran to tell dad. They both ran into the den, and there was baby Steven with a plastic sheeting of dry cleaner's covering that he had reached for on the couch - and he was suffocating. Mom and dad both told us later on that it could not have been Steven calling them; he called my dad, "daddy" not "dadda," and it was not his voice. They are convinced to this day that it was Shirley warning them that her brother was suffocating. - by Donna B.
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