On a very hot July day in 2005, I was was sitting in the family room of my one-story brick ranch located in O'Fallon, Illinois. It was 11:45 a.m. and I had just finished watching a video and was contemplating eating lunch at a nearby Chinese restaurant. My husband, Mike, had been at his church for a workshop since early in the morning. He had told me there would be a luncheon served after the meeting.
I looked up at the clock and noted the time. I then saw my husband walk up our sidewalk, from the driveway outside of the family room's window, to adjust the outside faucet (in order to water the grass and ivy). I watched him as he walked through the ivy, twist at the faucet, then, shake his hands of the water that had gotten on him from turning the faucet. He stood a moment watching, to make sure the water was trickling across the ivy. He wore a yellow short-sleeved shirt, khaki dockers, dark suspenders and his causal work shoes.
At this time, as I was watching him, my two Boston terriers raced across from the family room into our living room to the front door. They began barking excitedly in the entryway hallway. I assumed they heard him and knew he would be shortly approaching the door. I watched him a good three to four minutes while he fiddled with the faucet.
Absentmindedly, I thought, "Darn, he doesn't like Chinese food, so I will have to cancel my plans for lunch." Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to me at that moment. It was at that moment that I literally started shaking. Fear ripped through me when I realized I had not heard my husband's car. (He always locks it with a device on his key chain that beeps indicating the car is locked.) I had not heard the faucet turn and squeak, nor did I hear any sounds of water running, which can be heard every time my husband activates it. (The window from which I had observed my husband is full-length and about four feet from where I had been sitting.) I realized, I could not have missed the distinctive sound of the faucet and water.
Additionally, I began seriously shaking when I realized that the outfit my husband had been wearing while "watering" was not the outfit he had left in that morning. He had been wearing blue-jean shorts with a short-sleeved, blue-checked shirt and athletic shoes with white socks. Very anxious with this thought, I turned to see why my dogs were still making such a racket and were still barking at the front door.
When I turned my head back to the window after a brief time, Mike was gone. I had a clear view of the front of my yard, the driveway, sidewalk and street. He just vanished. The dogs became quiet. Totally afraid of what I had just witnessed, I started trying to piece everything together in a logical manner: Mike came home, changed his clothes, etc.... My mind was churning over what I had just witnessed - how had this been possible?
I immediately grabbed the telephone and called my husband on the his cell. He answered right away and told me he had just sat down for the luncheon; he had never left the church. I asked him what clothes he had on, etc. He told me shorts, etc. I related what I had just witnessed. My husband of 32 years took this very calmly. He really didn't react because he had no explanation for the event. (My husband is a civil engineer with typical, logical left-brain thinking. Odd occurrences do not fit in the realm of science as he knows it.)
This was certainly an event of bi-location, but why that incident? Could it have been some time-warp? I consider myself an educated, mature, ordinary person, but I have no reason for this to have happened. I still get shivers when I think about this today. I just know that our world, as we know it, is very small. There are so many strange and odd events which happen continually to ordinary people, I have concluded there is the possibility of paranormal events which cannot be scientifically explained.