The Mystery Revealed
In one of the many boxes in the barn I found a lot of personal papers and documents. I found an old ID badge for a factory worker and was shocked to see the name on it: Mark F_______.
"Wow!" I thought, "That's the name of the kid that grew up in the house that I did." It was an astonishing coincidence. My parents had bought the house in Rose Hill from Mark F______'s mother. It was the house that I grew up in, and Mark had lived there previously. And now, incredibly,here were Mark's belongings in this other house I was renting. But maybe it wasn't the same person, I reasoned, just someone with the same name.
Later that day, when I went to pay the rent, I asked the landlord about it.
"Yeah," he said, "That kid rented this house years back, and he died when his car ran into a train at an intersection. It may have been suicide. Nobody knows for sure. We moved his stuff out here because he had no family to take possession of it."
"Where was he from?" I asked.
"Somewhere around Rose Hill, I think."
Reconciliation
My mind was reeling. I grew up in Mark F_______'s home and years later was somehow led to live in the space that he again occupied. And in both places I experienced unexplained phenomena. Whatever our connection and for whatever reason, I felt I had to make peace with Mark.
A few hours later, I went to the barn and solemnly and profusely apologized to Mark's spirit for disturbing his possessions. I swore that I would leave his things be if he would do the same and stop the disturbances.
Suz and I continued to live in that house for five years, yet after that day, we never experienced another disturbance.
A year or so after these occurrences, I met a women who had lived in the farmhouse before we rented it. I asked cautiously if they had experienced any strange occurrences during the time that she and her husband lived there. She acted uncomfortable, saying only that they didn't like to go into the barn, and that sometimes it sounded like there was someone in it. I didn't press the matter any further and silently hoped that Mark had finally found peace.
Was it just all just coincidence? Or was there some psychic connection between Curtis and Mark that, after many years, would set Mark's troubled spirit free?
Poll: Do you agree with the saying, "There are no coincidences"?
