Back in January of this year, I had an incident happen at my home. At the time, I wrote it off as non-paranormal; now I am beginning to have my doubts. Recently I read, and "digested" an account written by triden07 called "Intervention". It gave me pause for thought.
It must have been some sort of precognition that made me write this experience down and send it to my daughter Nicky, plus a few of my choice cyber friends, very shortly after the event.
Let me set out a few of the circumstances that led up to this wry event.
On numerous occasions, shortly after my husband (Ray) had left to visit a friend, our front "door-bell" would ring; our bell is actually fixed to the outside of our front four-foot wall, next to our gate. Each time the bell rang, it would be a beggar asking for a hand-out. Word must have gotten around that I was a "soft touch" as I always had loose change or some food on hand - sometimes an article of clothing that "shrunk in the wash" - LOL. Eventually it started to irk me that nine times out of ten, this only happened when I was alone at home - was my house being watched? I was starting to get the feeling that something "nasty" was in the air.
One day, I decided that enough was enough and put my foot down!
If the following account is slightly disjointed, I apologise. I am going to copy/paste from my personal letter.
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Wednesday morning, Ray pulls out our aging Merc, to go visit a mechanic friend, as the 'old lady' has problems starting in the mornings. I am left here on my own, to potter around the house, and see what mischief I can get up to on the internet!
A couple of hours later, our front door-bell rings. I leave my shenanigans at the computer, walk across the lounge floor, to peer nearsightedly through the curtains. I see a beggar standing outside the front gate. (We have a push-button attached to our front wall) I decide not to face this person at this particular time, so I ignore the, by then, frantic ringing and shouts! I tried phoning my hefty neighbour, but it went to voice mail...
Suddenly, I get this 'feeling'...premonition? I don't know? Maybe a warning from someone? Well anyway, I just know that something is up! I can't see this man through the curtains any more... All is quiet!
I crouch down and take off running up the passage. (We have a stable door and the top was open) I fish out our pistol hurriedly from the bedroom, and go to the corner of our "L" shaped passage. I peep around the corner... All clear... I kick off my sandals and charge silently to the front door.
I stand with my back to the wall, just to the left of the front door... Listening intently! I hear a sound just outside the first security gate (we have two), I sneak a peek... I see movement! I swing around pointing the pistol out the front door... Just as this dude moves into view, right there in our front yard! I am in the 'stance', I have a bead on his head... I pull the trigger! The pistol goes 'click'!
I forgot to put a slug in the chamber... What an idiot I am!
Meanwhile, this dude has spotted me... In a flash he realizes I have a gun in my hands... He screams "Ag nee" (Oh no!) and vanishes from whence he came, over the wall.
Five minutes later, Ray rolls up in the now 'purring Merc', to find me still on an adrenaline 'rush'! It took me at least twenty minutes to calm down...
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This particular person had somehow learned my Christian name, and was calling me by it! It worried me that he was so familiar with our "intimate" details. Where did he get that bit of information from? Also, Zeus (our dog) didn't bark at this man (so, he had "tamed" Zeus), but let me know by a peculiar sound that he has, that our yard had been entered. That is what really "put my back up" as I knew our gates were locked!
On reflection, if I had shot that man, even if he was trespassing, I would have been in a whole heap of trouble. And, if the truth be told, I would have sworn that Ray left a shot in the chamber! So, if there is no such thing as coincidence: Who alerted me to impending danger, and who made sure that there wasn't a bloody mess (literally) in our front yard? Was this our dearly departed daughter, or divine intervention, or just plain luck?
On an upbeat note, since this event, I have had no more unexpected visits whilst alone at home.
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Not matter where that warning came from, I will be eternally grateful for it, and blissfully happy that I listened to it!
Thank you for reading, and your comment, Mamachong.