I liked Victoria's ghost stories very much and as we have been talking about unusual phenomena, time travel and the fourth dimension, I thought we could continue to talk about ghost stories. I have never seen a ghost apart from distant red stars, which died long ago and their light has taken a million light years to get here to earth but I have experienced some unusual and uncanny happenings like the one more than 30 years ago, when Peter and I had not yet married. Late at night, I was reading my book alone, waiting for a phone call from Peter who was in the U.S. at the time, when the lights started flickering not all at the same time, first, the bedside table lamp on my side of the bed and then on Peter's side and afterwards the lights from the ceiling started to flicker as well. I waited for a little while and the lights all went back to normal, so I turned them all off and went to sleep. During my sleep, in a dream, I saw Peter's father, he sounded anxious and told me that he wanted to give his son an important message; he asked me if I could go and use the ouija board that had been left in our living room. I replied that I was afraid to use that board and if he could just tell me what was his message for Peter was, he replied it had to be written down, I felt mortified that I was not helping him the way he wanted and I was just promising him to remember all what he told me. He just disappeared and I felt frustrated not knowing exactly what this message for Peter really was.
The next day, someone called Nicky called to ask for Peter. I said that he was in the U.S. she said it was urgent but refused to tell me what it was about and that she would talk to Peter when he got back home; that morning Peter called me and when I told him there were urgent news for him here at home, the lights started flickering quite dramatically, so I remembered to tell him about my dream last night and how the lights suddenly started flickering all through our conversation. When Peter came home from abroad, we learned that his father had passed away on the night that I had had my dream.
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)