This blog post and the following is so I can remember and share all the "paranormal" activities I have experienced.
I have had so many over the years, they all jumble a little. I will go back and forth as I can remember them.
The clearest one to me is when my brother Ronnie died. We were staying in Long Branch, New Jersey at my Uncle Ian's house. I don't even think it was a house my brother had ever been at. I was getting ready to leave and my mother and Uncle were in the second story of the house. I took my two year old daughter at the time and half of her stuff down to the car. I put her in the car and buckled her into the car seat. I propped the car door open as far as I could, engaging the lock to keep the door open. I went back to the porch and propped the screen door and front door open, so I could hear her and I said a little prayer. I went back up to the second floor as fast as I could, grabbed the rest of our stuff and ran back down stairs to the front door and almost smacked into it. The front door that I had propped open was closed. Ok, fluke, wind or something. I opened the front door and the screen door was closed as well. I propped that with the air pump and piece of metal that is made to keep the screen doors open. I checked that and the metal piece was exactly in front of the open part. Fluke. I went out to the car because I was concerned about my daughter who was still in the car. I have my hands full of stuff and the car door closed itself. No longer a fluke. There was no way that door shut it's self. There was no breeze in this world strong enough to close the car door when it was fully propped open.
That same time I went up to Connecticut to see a friend from college. My brother had passed and I was staying in Jersey for a while. I was on the 95 heading north on the winding part of the road with the beautiful landscape and all the trees at night. My car decided it was going to down shift (yes I drive stick shift) to first gear. I was going about 70 mph after all it was 95 at night. I tried to start it again, shifting from first to second to third. It would only go in first gear. I am thinking to myself, my clutch just popped... how? I came around the last curve where my car was only going 20 mph because it shifted to first gear on it's own and the traffic was at a dead stop. Guess who slammed on the breaks and did not get into an accident. So, once the traffic started moving again, there was no problem with the clutch or the gears. I loved that car... We made it to my friends house with no problem from there on out.
We did a lot of driving the more I think about it. Another time, while in Jersey, my daughter was starting to speak and she was doing good with small sentences. It was the weirdest thing because she was repeating over and over again, my shoes, my shoes. I was trying to talk to her and drive. I noticed after a few minutes that she wasn't talking to me because she was giggling and saying my shoes. She was playing with someone, who I assumed was my brother because once I said leave her shoes alone Ronnie. She stopped. She stopped laughing and saying my shoes.
I had a similar experience with a CRX I had for a long time. I was driving my now hubby to work and my car started to down shift. It didn't make sense because this time I was only doing 25 mph tops. I look down at my shifter and I look up and there is a lady hitting the right side of my car head on with her car. Obviously, I am here to tell about it but her car didn't look to hot after that.
Back to Jersey. My brother, who I told you passed, died while driving on the Garden State Parkway. I went to the mile marker and found glass from the back window still stuck together because of his Ironworkers sticker on it. I picked it up and put it in a pampers wipes container. I put it in the back of the car and took it out once to show my other brother. We went to his in laws house and he went to pull it out of the car. It was gone. Not misplaced because we emptied the entire car to find it. We repacked the car and still couldn't find it. A couple of days later we were at a friends house and he went to pull something out of the car and it was exactly where I left it the first time. Please explain that one to me.
There was this time when my parents dropped me off at college and I was falling asleep and I saw rear lights on a car and an accident. I knew instantly that it was my mom and stepfather. I called them and they weren't home yet. When my mom got home she called me back. She told me nothing had happened. (This freaks my family out, the fact that I see things). A few days later a friend of mine from up the street asked me what happened to the car. I told them nothing and he told me that it was just short of totaled. I called my mom back and she told me all about the accident but didn't want me to worry.
These are a few of what I can remember most. I have more and may post them at another time.
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