GhostSensor3000
Skilled Investigator
I was four years old when I had my first experience. And yes, I have very good memories from my childhood. Some I remember better than others. And this is one I clearly remember.
To set the stage, I want to let you, the readers know that my mother died of cancer when I was three years old, and to make a long story short, my father made several bad choices at the time. It doesn't mean he was a bad man, and we still loved him until the day he died, but remarrying to our stepmother that year was one of those bad choices. Another story for another forum.
Now, on to my first experience...
Me, one of my older brothers, two of my older sisters, and step mother were watching TV in our family room. I think it was around three or four in the afternoon on a Saturday. My father was in the kitchen behind us making dinner. He had a direct view into the family room.
My brother stopped watching TV, his mouth dropped open, and he pointed towards a shelf that sat just to the right of the television. On it sat a milk glass flower vase holding several plastic flowers. It wasn't the vase he was pointing to, but the plastic flower hanging by itself in mid air, a little ways out from the shelf.
Everyone stopped watching TV and gathered around the suspended plastic flower. It was at the height of an adult's hands, as if someone we couldn't see was holding the flower.
My father rushed in from the kitchen to see what what everyone was looking at. Petals began plucking themselves out one by one. One would hang in mid air, and then drop to the floor. This continued for several minutes. Everyone watched in stunned silence. My step mother screamed and retreated to her bedroom, and my father ran after her to console her.
After she and my dad left the room, the petals stopped plucking, and the flower dropped to the floor. Nobody knew what to say, and we all went back to what we were doing, and eventually everyone put it out or their minds. But none of us that were present that day ever forgot that moment.
Nobody spoke of the incident until years later. I was in my early teens when my oldest brother brought it up at a family gathering. Our theory was that it was possibly the spirit of my deceased mother, and that she wasn't happy with the way things were going at the time. None of us really knew for sure if it was our mother, but it seems the likely that it was her.
Needless to say, my father and stepmother divorced about two years later.
And that's my first in many experiences throughout my life.
To set the stage, I want to let you, the readers know that my mother died of cancer when I was three years old, and to make a long story short, my father made several bad choices at the time. It doesn't mean he was a bad man, and we still loved him until the day he died, but remarrying to our stepmother that year was one of those bad choices. Another story for another forum.
Now, on to my first experience...
Me, one of my older brothers, two of my older sisters, and step mother were watching TV in our family room. I think it was around three or four in the afternoon on a Saturday. My father was in the kitchen behind us making dinner. He had a direct view into the family room.
My brother stopped watching TV, his mouth dropped open, and he pointed towards a shelf that sat just to the right of the television. On it sat a milk glass flower vase holding several plastic flowers. It wasn't the vase he was pointing to, but the plastic flower hanging by itself in mid air, a little ways out from the shelf.
Everyone stopped watching TV and gathered around the suspended plastic flower. It was at the height of an adult's hands, as if someone we couldn't see was holding the flower.
My father rushed in from the kitchen to see what what everyone was looking at. Petals began plucking themselves out one by one. One would hang in mid air, and then drop to the floor. This continued for several minutes. Everyone watched in stunned silence. My step mother screamed and retreated to her bedroom, and my father ran after her to console her.
After she and my dad left the room, the petals stopped plucking, and the flower dropped to the floor. Nobody knew what to say, and we all went back to what we were doing, and eventually everyone put it out or their minds. But none of us that were present that day ever forgot that moment.
Nobody spoke of the incident until years later. I was in my early teens when my oldest brother brought it up at a family gathering. Our theory was that it was possibly the spirit of my deceased mother, and that she wasn't happy with the way things were going at the time. None of us really knew for sure if it was our mother, but it seems the likely that it was her.
Needless to say, my father and stepmother divorced about two years later.
And that's my first in many experiences throughout my life.
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