Let me preface by saying that I've always had weird, vivid dreams. I do believe - at least a teeny bit -- that we all have some form of sixth sense. Deja vu, premonitions, the hair that prickles on the back of your neck, a sure and positive feeling that something is about to occur... Maybe there's a scientific explanation. Maybe it's just something we can never explain.
When my mom died - suddenly of a heart attack, with no prior warning of heart disease, and on my son's birthday no less! -- we were all shocked and devestated. But it was when I came back home after the funeral that something occurred which made me believe that there is more in this world than I can see.
Mom and I had had a routine. Every afternoon around 5 PM, one of us would call the other. We wouldn't talk long, just a few minutes, but I was usually home from school by then, making dinner, helping with homework... it was a good time. And we rarely missed.
Maybe it was because she died abruptly. I don't claim to understand, even now, some years later. But the week after the funeral, every single day for about two weeks, my landline rang about 5 PM. When I would pick it up, no one was there. It wasn't a dial tone or a wrong number. Just dead air until I hung up.
Was she just not ready to go? Was it a coincidence? Two weeks of phone malfunction? I won't ever know.
But when someone asks me -- as my pals at Teen Shiver did this week -- to tell a spooky story, this is always the story I tell.
How about you? Anyone else have a spooky story to share? Comment and let me know!
And happy almost Halloween!
ps -- I have purposely used an old-fashioned landline phone for the picture. Cause that pic of an iPhone? Really not scary at all. (My Blackberry is mildly sinister, but not much)