This past weekend, I spent the weekend with my ex-mother-in-law, N, in her 140 year old house. I've been to this house many times and have never been afraid of anything except the basement. It gives me the creeps!
Her husband, G, passed away suddenly last December 18th. She's been lonely and I wanted to give her some company. I knew that I was going to sleep in G's room. I thought I would be afraid, but once I settled into his room I felt fine. They hadn't cleaned his room out yet and I was surrounded by his clothing, shoes, and personal effects on the dresser.
The first day, we both decided to take a nap. In G's room there is a window in between his room and the computer room. I closed the wooden shutters for privacy. When I woke from my nap, I looked over at the shutters. They were neatly and completely open. At first I thought N opened them. But she was still asleep. I thought it was weird but hadn't put two and two together yet.
The next day we took a nap again. I closed the shutters in the inside window and also in the window to outside. I wanted to see if anything had moved when I woke up. When I woke up I started getting dressed and I glanced to my left and the left shutter was opening very very slowly. Before I could even comprehend that, the shutters on the other window slammed shut very loudly. It made me jump. When I looked to my left again that same shutter was slowly opening. I was so shocked about the other shutters slamming shut that it didn't even phase me that the other shutter was moving by itself.
Then I noticed the stand up fan, that I had placed in front of the outside window facing the bed for a breeze. It had turned 45 degrees and was now facing the closet. I was shocked.
I put everything back the way it was and ran to get N. I brought her upstairs and showed her all the things that had happened. The only way I can describe her reaction was giddy. I think she believes me but I'm not sure.
I believe he showed himself so that his wife would know that he was with her. They had been married for 60 years. I can't imagine what it would be like lose someone you've been with that long. She's had a hard time and he wants her to know she's not alone. I'm convinced of that.
I'm not sure why he chose me, because his daughter has slept in there several times since he died. Maybe he thought N would believe me. Anyway I spent that night in G's room. I wasn't afraid because I knew it was my ex-father-in-law and he would never do anything to scare me or hurt me. That was the last thing that he did. I was kind of disappointed because I was enjoying the show!
When I got home I told my husband about it and he didn't have much to say. It's so frustrating to have gone through such an incredible experience, and no one believes you. But I know what happened. I know what I saw. And I know it was real. I guess I'll just have to live with that.