All In The Cards……

This happened not that long ago – maybe before Christmas. We were playing around with our digital camera because we find a lot of odd things get caught in the pics for some reason, especially when one of us gets a “feeling” or a shiver. (Us meaning myself or my husband, Brad – AKA Primefalcon.)

We weren’t trying to focus on my monitor and didn’t even notice it until we felt nothing was going on at all in the photos taken during that session – except for some odd light balls that are so dang typical of our psychic shots that it doesn’t even seem worth talking about.

This is a pic of my monitor before the pic on it started to morph….. Extra info – I didn’t change what I was looking at on the monitor during the photo session because I was trying to “help” the camera pick up something – shall we say……. I will tell you up front, there was no picture of a face on my monitor at all – I had a text document open that I was reading. (Phat Cat was next to me as usual, moving around a bit to lay down.)

We took a few pics and the face formed more and more in each frame……..

Sorry it was so out of focus but we were just planning on deleting all of the pics after looking them over. Actually, this corner of the pic is a small part of the overall pics we were taking. The camera we were using is not our best one either.

I’m not offering these shots as proof of anything at all. In fact, I would say that the face seems to resemble my great Uncle Frederick – who was my Grandmother’s brother and had passed on a long time ago – but it could just as easily have been a video I might have been watching or something. Thinking about my Dear Old Uncle Frederick – when I was a kid, after he had passed away, we’d smell the cigars he used to smoke way upstairs in an area that he never went while at my parent’s house.

These days in this city house, we smell toast in the middle of the night for some odd reason. Over the last 5 years, I’ve made toast about 3 times – so it’s not a regular occurrence. Besides, we got a new toaster about 2 years ago and used it twice. Not much demand for toasted stuff here.

Shrugs – who knows why?

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The first paranormal encounter that I can remember with absolute clarity occurred when I was about 5 years old. I only know my approximate age because my Mom and Dad talked about this event many times. I remember my side of it, and I am seeing it through my eyes even as I tell it here.

It was after dark and there was a full moon. I hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Tears were on my cheeks because I was in trouble with Mom as usual and I had been thinking that I would never be good. I had been looking at my attic-angled ceiling in the dark and the full moon was casting light around the room. And then I noticed movement near my window.

I looked up at the window and at first I didn’t think it was anything but the big old oak tree that grew right outside my 2nd story room.

Dang, I was just little! I looked closer and saw a silhouette partly showing. It looked like my Dad standing with his back to the window, facing my bed. About half of his body was within the moonlit window.

“Daddy?” I had asked. No answer. That scared me right then and there. “Daddy?” Still no answer. I remember starting to shake. Something was wrong! My Dad wouldn’t just stand there without saying a word! Or a sound. Would he?

No!

“Daddy… is that you?” No sound, no real movement. There was just enough movement to make it seem like a man was standing there. I sat up. “Daddy?”

“Dad dy – why won’t you say ssssomething?”

I reached a hand out, slowly… but I really didn’t want to touch it.

It was an ice zone as my fingers neared the figure, getting colder the closer I got. My courage failed……… and I yanked my hand back.

“Daddy… Daddy! Say something!” Nothing.

I scooted my rear as far back as I could to the little headboard.
“Daddy! …. Mommmmmmmie! Mommie Mommie……..” I remember screaming as loud as I could for either of my Real parents to come get me!

I wanted to look away! I wanted to get out of bed and run but it could have gotten to me before I could get to the doorway on the other side of the room. I heard someone coming up the steps fast but I would not look away from the man standing by the window. He was slowly shaking his head and his hands were probably crossed in front of him but I couldn’t exactly see them. I heard the footfalls running up the hallway to my room. I kept my eyes glued on him and the moment before my room light went on, he disappeared. My Dad had switched on the light near the door. I threw my arms around Dad’s neck the second he reached me. The tears continued for a long time while Pop held me.

I heard all the usual explanations… the tree’s shadow… a bad dream… just my imagination. I knew what I saw. I still know what I saw.

Nevertheless, I was very afraid to go back to bed in the dark.

That was only the first contact. Only the beginning.

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Tags: Experiences, Understanding The Past by Marlaine
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