I have written some of the resident spirit in my home.It's a friendly one, and has quieted down a bit since my last cleansing. We have an understanding I suppose.
But as of lately, I have noticed in quite a few incidents, that this one tends to warn me of things to come.
On one occasion, during the flu, and head and chest cold outbreak in my children's schools, with no sign of them being remotely sick, the activity starting up.
From the sound and vibration of my downstairs patio door sliding open (never did it actually open). I can feel the vibration of it opening and closing because my bedroom is right above the dining room which leads out to the back patio.
Then hearing those all too familiar footsteps walking the length of the hallway and into my bedroom, across the floor at the end of my bed and suddenly stop.
Hearing the same footsteps, going down my staircase, hearing the voices whispering, and again seeing the ever fleeting shadow in my room, and all around the house.
When I noticed the activity I hadn't yet figured out why it suddenly became more active. Then within that same week, one by one my kids started to come down with the flu. One would get better then the next one would get sick. Ending up in major bleaching and cleaning of the home. Sanitize Sanitize Sanitize!
So I wrote it all down, and put the activity journal away. Didn't think anymore of it.
Two months ago, I had this feeling of dread, and it wouldn't go away. I just kept feeling it. So I warned my husband to be careful while driving etc etc. I honestly didn't know where it was coming from. I was on caution all of the time, while taking my pup out, to use the bathroom, to watching and walking my kids to the bus stops in the mornings. To making sure all the locks on windows, and doors were locked at night.
Then I for whatever reason I started thinking of his cousin. Now we hadn't really spoken to him in a while. But memories kept popping in. His face, his house continued to creep into my thoughts. One Saturday evening, after his cousin had attended a funeral, he had headed home, and made it there, but then decided to leave in his car.
My husband and I decided to grab a bite to eat after I finally got off work. We got home, and we started talking about this particular cousin out of nowhere. I had this sinking yet calm feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Interrupting our conversation, he gets a call from his uncle. He answers it, and the news he got was extremely saddening and unexpected.
His cousin had been shot and was at the hospital.
I instantly got chills over my chest area, and pictures like a movie, of it happening. I told my husband hes been shot in his chest, and he's not going to live. He said "yeah I don't know yet, they don't know where he's been shot at or what happened".
The next evening after many calls,texts,and updates on social media, his cousin was pronounced dead. His uncle was at the hospital, my husband just couldn't go up there. And he called to let him know he had been shot in his chest by a neighbor.
The week before all of this took place, activity started to happen. My t.v.would switch channels, to something that had to do with that particular city, in which is cousin lived thus causing some memories to pop in.
And now for the last set of activities I will write in here. Activity started up 2 weeks ago.Footsteps,patio door sounds and vibrations, and what sounded like my puppies footsteps running into my room and around my bed. I immediately sit up and look around, no sight of him. So I get up thinking maybe he had run into one of the other two bedrooms. Finding nothing, I head downstairs. I walk into the dining room to find him fast asleep,snoring.
At one point while laying in bed, I heard a voice shout my name I opened my eyes looked around, hubby fast asleep and all is still pitch black, no lights to indicate the kids were up, and no they don't call me by my name. But I had to investigate, I couldn't lay back down not knowing all was secure. Again found nothing.
Then for the last part which led up to the warning. I felt someone poke my shoulder while laying down, felt like one finger poke me. Felt my cover being pulled down over my feet 3 times before I asked it to stop. Then what sounded like my little t.v.being moved ever so slightly on my stand a couple of times.
The next morning, I started the feel nauseous and my stomach started to cramp a bit. Not sure where it came from, just as soon as it started it ended as well. So I went about my day.
The next morning, I discovered my poor pup covered in his own watery feces, and vomit. From being stuck in his cage at night, and coming down with a serious stomach virus.
We took him to the vet, and they gave us instructions, to keep him hydrated with a few options. Over the past week I have been nursing him back to his good health, and I'm so happy to say he's back to his normal self.