For those who have read my previous story of my brother John, you might be aware of the young "girl" attached to him.
This happened a few months ago and I would like to share with you.
John has still been going through a tough time but had said that he hadn't seen the girl for a while. So I suggested that he come and stay with me for a week to clear his head and he could help me pack my house up while I was moving. It turned out to be a great idea, as I have two young boys that he kept occupied while I packed and cleaned ready to move.
We had just finished packing up all the kids toys and had put the kids to bed. We decided to watch some tv and relax a little.
We were discussing this girl he had been seeing and the fact he hadn't seen her for a while. I had just finished saying to him that she wasn't good and he needed to tell her to go away. Say to her she wasn't welcome in my house or his and that he was to say a prayer and tell her to leave.
Just as I had said this, one of my son's toy trains, that I had packed up earlier started to play music.
Thinking I had left the toy turned on I pulled the box out from the bottom of the pile and found the toy flashing and playing it's song. As I turned it upside down to flick it off, I noticed it was already turned off and there was a battery missing. I put it back in the box, said a little prayer to myself and put the box away. And it stopped. I brushed it off, went back down and sat on the couch, only to have a photo of my husband and I fall off the wall. I don't know if it was connected, but that photo had been hung there for 12 months not once had it fallen and the hook was still firmly attached to the wall as well as the string on the back of the frame still being intact.
I don't think the little girl likes me telling John to send her away.
John went home the day after and I haven't had anything else go on since he left, and we moved into our new place.
I replaced the batteries in that toy when we moved and it hasn't worked since.