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April 2001
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Like a
Rifle Shot
by Carol J.
My dad worked nights for the CPR. My mother was up every morning at 5 a.m. getting his breakfast ready before he got home. From my bedroom the parlor could be seen simply by leaning sideways and stretching the neck a little. One morning shortly after 5 a.m., I was startled awake by what sounded like a rifle shot. I sat up in bed, leaned sideways, and stared into the parlor. I was just in time to see the entrance door open slowly immediately after the big bang. My mother came hurrying into the room, stopped dead in her tracks, and turned white as she stared in the direction of the open doorway. "What's the matter?" I asked, jumping out of bed and hurrying to her side. "I thought I saw my mother," she said. She stared a moment longer, then shook herself, and turned back toward the kitchen. "Close the door, son," she said, on the way out of the room. I went over to do just that, but curiosity got the best of me. I examined the lock carefully. The tongue was still sticking out and the part that it would go into was still intact. The only way that door could have been opened was for metal to pass through metal. I thought about it for awhile, then went back to bed, shaking my head.
A short time later my mother got a message that her mother had died. She had died, it seemed, at precisely the time that the bang was heard, the door opened, and she thought she had seen her mother. Within those few seconds, anyway.
Years later, in my avid readings of the paranormal, I came across a couple of lines in some article in a forgotten magazine, that if one solid were to pass through another solid, the displaced molecules would snap back into place with the sound of a rifle shot! It made sense. I was 13 at the time, and had puzzled over the event right up until I read that article. I was finally able to put it to rest.
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