I am a married woman who lives in a farmhouse in rural Wisconsin. I live with my husband, aunt and four children. There have been two incidents here and after Googling it found it to be called bilocation.
The first instance was at night. My daughter had gone to a birthday celebration about 45 minutes away. The next day I had planned to take her with me to buy some livestock in southern Illinois to start my business. Around 10 in the evening, I got ready for bed. My husband had already gone to bed about 20 or so minutes ahead of me. By the time I got in the bed, he was snoring as he usually goes off to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. I am not so lucky and it takes me awhile to fall asleep. I lay in the bed thinking about how the day was going to go off tomorrow. I'd say I'd been in the bed five minutes.
Then the door opened up to my room. The hall light was on and I could see clearly it was my daughter, Jessica. She must have gotten back from the party, I thought. She stood in the doorway for awhile staring at me. She was a solid form, just like anybody is, and not a ghost, but I found it odd she wasn't speaking to me and had a tint of bluishness in her face, but thought it was just the darkness of my room reflecting on her complexion. She had a bland expression on her face, but her eyes were wide, just staring.
I decided, well, I'll talk to her, and I said, "It's late. You better get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." She responded and said, "I know," and closed the door and left. Then as I lay thinking, I thought there were a few things more I wanted to say to her before she went to bed.
I got up right away only to find that she was nowhere in the house. At that point, I was very angry, thinking she had gone out again. I called her cell number and she picked up surprised by my anger. She insisted that she had never been home and was still at the birthday party in Janesville. I didn't believe her and asked to speak to Mrs. Davis, who is the mother of the child having the party in her home. She came on the cell and confirmed that Jessica was there and had been there the entire evening. I asked Mrs. Davis if I could talk to her on her home land line phone. So immediately I called their land line, and Jessica picked up.
I was floored. How could it be? She was for certain no doubt in Janesville 45 minutes away, yet I saw her in my bedroom doorway no more than 10 minutes earlier. It is a complete impossibility. I could not explain it.
The second instance happened just a few days ago to my aunt. She was looking out her window and noticed my other daughter, Caroline, walking outside without her hat on. She said her hair was back with a clip in the back and was wearing a grayish blue coat. She said she was no more than 10 feet from the window. She walked slowly and serenely past, like she was really enjoying the outdoors. This was in the morning.
I was nearby in the next room when my aunt said that Caroline was outside and she didn't have a hat on. I said that was odd that she would be outside already. All of my children sleep in on the weekend usually. I wasn't too concerned about it and walked to the other side of the house and started watching TV, then after that got myself ready to go outside to do the farm chores.
Caroline then came down the stairs! She was in her bed clothes and groggy. I asked her what she was doing outside earlier and she looked surprised and said she had just woke up and had not been outside at all. I found it odd that she does not own a coat that is grayish blue that my aunt saw. Caroline is a little girl with red hair. She is very hard to miss. I thought maybe my aunt saw someone else, but on the farm we don't have neighbors nearby and none that have red hair. My aunt insisted that it was definitely Caroline. She is dead sure.
I can't explain that one either, unless Caroline sleep-walked, got herself ready for the day and then went outside with someone else's coat. Since it was morning, I can't accept that either. I cannot explain it. She is not old enough (9) for sneaky teen stuff and is a self-conscience, shy girl. Also, I had never told my aunt about the Jessica incident, but shared it with her after this happened to her. Mine happened five years earlier.
