When I was 16, I was in an accident where I was turning into my boyfriend's house and a lady ran out of the road and hit me while I was in his driveway. Her front bumper was hanging off her car and she totaled mine. After the state trooper came and listened to both of our statements, I ended up getting a ticket. The state trooper and her husband were in the same golf club together. Being upset, I told her that was ok because hers was coming. What I meant by that, I don't even know. In all of my anger, it just sounded good at the time.
Fast forward 6 years. My husband and I had just separated and I was living with a lady that I worked with. She had 3 children and she stayed at her boyfriends house most of the time. It worked out well for the both of us. The house that we lived in had been turned into 2 apartments. Both apartments were 2 stories. The downstairs of ours had a living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. The upstairs had 3 bedrooms and a bathroom. It was base board heat so we used kerosene heaters to heat the place, it was a lot cheaper.
One night in particular I was there by myself. I had never had any strange feelings about the place or felt eerie while staying by myself. I had closed the door to the kitchen and the door that led to the little hallway and had the heater going. I was lying on the sofa watching TV and decided that I was too tired to finish watching the show so I turned over facing the back of the couch. My eyes were still open when I noticed that the reflection of the flame on the back of the couch had dimmed. Almost like if you are at a campfire and someone walks in front of you how the flame will dim. I am laying on my right side and in my left ear I hear the words, "Yours is coming". Not once, but three times in a row: yours is coming, yours is coming, and yours is coming.
I immediately flipped over and no one was there. This freaked me out bad! I was in tears and called down to my mom and dads house. My dad answered the phone and asked me what was wrong. I explained to him what had just happened and he said, "You better start praying". I got off the phone with him and dropped straight down on my knees and prayed like I had never prayed before. After being down there for 15 minutes, I stood up with the most wonderful feeling of calm. I lay right down and went straight to sleep.
Nothing else ever happened for the rest of the time I lived there. The one thing that I still can't do to this day is sleep on a sofa without my back being against the back of it.
I was doing things and hanging around with people that weren't the best influence on me at the time. Could this have been my conscience trying to help me or could it have been something else?
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