It's happening again. I knew when I started writing my stories down, going through them in my mind, talking about them, acknowledging things that happened in the past, that somehow it would make them strong again. I know that sounds crazy even somewhat dramatic but I also know that is what seems to have happen through out my life.
Between April 2011 and April 2016, we didn't really have much happen aside from things missing and shadow men. Definitely nothing major. For the most part we did not talk about anything going on. We simply did not acknowledge the minor 'things'.
May 6, 2016
My youngest daughter came to me this morning to tell me about something that happened to her last night.
E got up at 2:36 to go to the bathroom. While she was in the hall bathroom she heard a weird noise. At first it sounded like tink, tink, clack clack then there was music. She said it sounded like an ice cream truck coming down the hallway. Extremely loud. She waited until the sound died down to open the bathroom door. As she stepped out into the hall it began again. Only softly. She said she ran to her room and slammed the door. She could hear it advancing down the hall. She put ear buds in and turned her music up. She stayed up the rest of the night.
While she says the notes were discernible, she didn't recognize the tune. (We're researching ice cream truck tunes.) So far we have not found any that have the music she heard.
E is not the daughter who heard the ice cream truck in our hallway (along with me) in 2009. That was my oldest daughter, S.
(A few days after logging this event in my journal, I sent out a suggestion of the ice cream truck to 3 of the members here. So far one person has let me know (in a roundabout way) they picked up on my mental suggestion. I am beyond tickled.)