If you have read my other story, I believe I am somewhat psychic, I have had encounters with entities since I was 21 years old, always in the form of sounds, manipulation of electronics, things going missing and then reappearing in different places and dreams that come true. They happen anywhere, not just my home.
This story is about my warning entity. I have had three warning events that I know of in my adult lifetime; this was the first of three. I realized after my second event I was being warned about an upcoming event, unfortunately, this one went right over my head!.
When I first married I lived in a little cabin in the suburbs, a rental. It was all wood paneling, built in the 40's, was cheery and I was very happy there. There was a beautiful garden in the back with huge lilac bushes, one of my favorite flowers. I was getting used to being married, didn't know some of my husbands friends very well but from what I had seen, they were not people I would like to hang around with. I knew they liked to party. My husband smoked pot occasionally but that was it. I didn't like to, I like having a clear head. I had told him before we got married that I would not tolerate any heavy drugs, I wanted him to come clean if he was doing any recreational drugs. He assured me he wasn't.
It was my day off; my husband was going out with his friends. I wasn't very happy as I really wanted some help around the house. When I asked where he was going, he hemmed and hawed saying something about baseball, making me suspicious and uncomfortable. I had a sneaky feeling he wasn't telling me the truth but as we were newly wed, I decided to back off. Off he went to play with his friends. I went into the kitchen to do the dishes. My kitchen has a space above the cabinets, so I put big bowls up there, plants and this week, a huge vase full of lilacs. There was plenty of room for it and the base of the vase was wide so it wasn't tippy.
As I did the dishes I thought of my husband and his explanation of where he was going, trying to remember his baseball practice schedule and recall a few things about the friends he said he was going to meet. As I turned the water off I heard a noise from above me. I looked up to see the vase tipping then set back and tip again; it was rocking towards the edge of the shelf! In an instant it was over the edge and on its way down, the rocking sound had made me step back and it literally dropped into my outstretched hands! My heart was beating so fast I sat down on the floor to catch my breath. I knew this was not an accident and I didn't create any vibration that could make it do what it did. I had no explanation for it.
I did not know what the purpose of this incident was. In that house things went missing and turned up in different places. Once the springy antenna on a wooden toy bee started springing around like someone touched it. That was really weird. I was never uncomfortable in this home though.
Years later I would understand my vase incident was a warning. I found out these friends were into snorting and drinking, they introduced my ex to coke and got him on the road to making really bad choices. Oh yes, and his baseball practice was on Sundays, not Saturdays so lord knows what they were doing that day.