Post by cleo on Feb 20, 2008 23:07:58 GMT -6
A friend of mine told me about a house for sale. She was particularly interested in having me move into the house. It was built around 1920. It was not yet on the market but I called the owner, Mackie, and we scheduled a time for us to see the house.
When we got there - I loved it, but it was pretty dilapidated.
Electricity wasn't to code, wood floors rotting, crap like that.
I don't know how but I could tell an elderly woman had lived there a long time - I just sensed it and I knew the elderly woman was Mackie's mom and that she had passed away. No one told me I just knew.
Mackie invited us to take a look around without giving us much info. Rich and I went upstairs and I noticed a second story porch -my thought was how beautiful the sounds of the children playing in the neighborhood were and then I moved into the first room. I found myself having a conversation in my mind with the woman who previously owned the house (who was deceased) and telling her I loved the house but I knew I would spend the rest of my life trying to fix this house and I wasn't sure I was that committed.
I told Rich, "Mackie's Mom owned this house. She will sell the house, not to whoever will pay the most for it, but to someone who will fix it up and care for it."
We then moved into the second bedroom and I got a stabbing pain in my chest. I felt like I couldn't breathe and was very cold. I said to Rich, "Something happened here in this room, something bad. I don't know what but it is scaring me."
We left the room and went back downstairs. I talked with Mackie, who began to tell me about the house and her Mom.
"Your mom is still here, isn't she?" I asked.
"Yes. You can feel her presence?" she replied. At that time her husband promptly left the room as our conversation made him very uncomfortable.
I replied, "Oh yeah. She took great pride in this house while she lived here."
Mackie, "That's true and that's her ashes on top of the TV in that urn. We are going to spread them this weekend. Now, about the house. I'm going to sell the house, not to whoever will pay the most for it but to someone who will fix it up and care for it. My Mom got old and sick and let it go toward her senior years, but she's telling me to do that."
Rich's eyebrows raised and then he got nervous and left the room too.
Mackie laughed, "My husband's a native, he doesn't like to talk about the dead and apparently neither does your boyfriend."
She then gave me the history of the house and in the room where I got the pain in my chest earlier was the very room she was stabbed in the chest by an intruder. He stabbed her 11 times and left her for dead. He stole all of her fishing gear, and her car. Two blocks away he was pulled over by law enforcement and then promptly taken to jail, then prison and she lived (40 more years). The man threatened to come back and kill her. Mackie mentioned that she thought that her Mom always worried about that and her worrying made her sick.
Apparently, she got a case of the shingles and became visually impaired. She liked to sit on the porch of the second story to hear the sounds of the children playing in the street.
I decided that I wouldn't buy the house because I wouldn't be able to commit to fixing it the way her mother would want.
Today, I jog by the house and it is totally renovated,a beautiful job with great landscaping to boot. I sense Mackie's Mom is no longer there but very happy.
I feel spirits who have failed to move on can reveal themselves in many ways. I know for most people it is sight, like seeing a shape out of the corner of their eye. For me, its visceral... It's like straight up - I know what that spirit feels or thinks or how they smell. Weird, huh? I think for most people seeing is believing. I guess it's just one more thing that is unexplained, I would love some input.
When we got there - I loved it, but it was pretty dilapidated.
Electricity wasn't to code, wood floors rotting, crap like that.
I don't know how but I could tell an elderly woman had lived there a long time - I just sensed it and I knew the elderly woman was Mackie's mom and that she had passed away. No one told me I just knew.
Mackie invited us to take a look around without giving us much info. Rich and I went upstairs and I noticed a second story porch -my thought was how beautiful the sounds of the children playing in the neighborhood were and then I moved into the first room. I found myself having a conversation in my mind with the woman who previously owned the house (who was deceased) and telling her I loved the house but I knew I would spend the rest of my life trying to fix this house and I wasn't sure I was that committed.
I told Rich, "Mackie's Mom owned this house. She will sell the house, not to whoever will pay the most for it, but to someone who will fix it up and care for it."
We then moved into the second bedroom and I got a stabbing pain in my chest. I felt like I couldn't breathe and was very cold. I said to Rich, "Something happened here in this room, something bad. I don't know what but it is scaring me."
We left the room and went back downstairs. I talked with Mackie, who began to tell me about the house and her Mom.
"Your mom is still here, isn't she?" I asked.
"Yes. You can feel her presence?" she replied. At that time her husband promptly left the room as our conversation made him very uncomfortable.
I replied, "Oh yeah. She took great pride in this house while she lived here."
Mackie, "That's true and that's her ashes on top of the TV in that urn. We are going to spread them this weekend. Now, about the house. I'm going to sell the house, not to whoever will pay the most for it but to someone who will fix it up and care for it. My Mom got old and sick and let it go toward her senior years, but she's telling me to do that."
Rich's eyebrows raised and then he got nervous and left the room too.
Mackie laughed, "My husband's a native, he doesn't like to talk about the dead and apparently neither does your boyfriend."
She then gave me the history of the house and in the room where I got the pain in my chest earlier was the very room she was stabbed in the chest by an intruder. He stabbed her 11 times and left her for dead. He stole all of her fishing gear, and her car. Two blocks away he was pulled over by law enforcement and then promptly taken to jail, then prison and she lived (40 more years). The man threatened to come back and kill her. Mackie mentioned that she thought that her Mom always worried about that and her worrying made her sick.
Apparently, she got a case of the shingles and became visually impaired. She liked to sit on the porch of the second story to hear the sounds of the children playing in the street.
I decided that I wouldn't buy the house because I wouldn't be able to commit to fixing it the way her mother would want.
Today, I jog by the house and it is totally renovated,a beautiful job with great landscaping to boot. I sense Mackie's Mom is no longer there but very happy.
I feel spirits who have failed to move on can reveal themselves in many ways. I know for most people it is sight, like seeing a shape out of the corner of their eye. For me, its visceral... It's like straight up - I know what that spirit feels or thinks or how they smell. Weird, huh? I think for most people seeing is believing. I guess it's just one more thing that is unexplained, I would love some input.