It has been a while since I wrote my story. A lot has changed since then, but not the experiences. We moved from Washington State to Ga. For a month or so everything was quiet. Then things started happening again.
First I get what I call a feeling of doom, as I call it, that someone in the family died or was dying. I called home and was told my sister-in-law had stage 4 cancer and they had only given her a couple months to live. I have always had the feelings though, so was used to them.
My son-in-law was in Iraq, had been there a couple months. My daughter slept on the couch or in her children's bedroom. One morning around 4:30 am the alarm clock went off in their bedroom. It wasn't plugged in and had not been set.
Then another time, middle of the day, my granddaughters came running into my room and were accusing each other of pulling their hair. While they were in my bedroom, their shelving that had their porcelain dolls and snow globes on it fell over. While we were cleaning up we heard what sounded like the closet door open and shut, but we were right there. The door never opened.
Then another time my granddaughter and I saw a woman in a white shirt walk through the living room towards the front door. When my son-in-law came home, I moved back home to Kentucky.
Since I have been home, I moved into an apartment on the top floor. Nothing above me but the roof and sky, but almost every night after I would go to bed, it sounded as if someone was walking above me, or loud noises in the living room. Loud thumps like someone had dropped something. It was so bad I started staying awake all night and just sleep a couple hours during the day.
A little over a month ago, I got a cat. Started going to bed at night again. A couple nights after I got him, he was laying beside me, sat up and just stared at the doorway, then started moving his head like he was watching something move around the room. This went on like this up until last Tuesday. After we went to bed, the cat was laying beside me and jumped up looking toward the door, but this time he cowered. He was scared. Then he went to the doorway looking into the living room, started hissing and arching his back. I jumped up, came into the living room, did not see anything. I called to the cat and he slunk into the opening of the living room. I picked him up and he was shaking.
An hour or little more, we learned my brother in Oklahoma had just died. I did not get the feeling of doom over my brother. Why? Do I think that everything that has happened over the years is some how connected to me? Yes I do, but I don't know why. Could it have been my brother that scared the cat so bad? I believe it was. Does anyone have any suggestions for me on how to deal with everything?