It was late spring or early summer of 2005 when I knew that, something wasn't quite right in my humble little home. I would hear movement in the house, have the feeling of being watched and the occasional touch; all while being alone in the house. I have had a few visitations in the past, they came and left but this seemed to move in and make itself at home.
Before we go any farther, let me give you a layout of my "humble little home..." My house is actually a twenty something year old house trailer that is just a couple of windstorms away from the recycling center. The layout is pretty standard, as you come in the front door to the right is a small hallway, on the left is a bathroom and to the end is a small bedroom. To the left is the living room/kitchen/dining room combination, on the far end is a small hallway that leads to the master bedroom with an attached bathroom, the back door is on the right before you reach the bedroom. We have a back porch but no front porch.
The first sighting I had, I had just finished mowing the front lawn and came inside to take a break. When I stepped inside I noticed that the wife, mrsfrawin wasn't in the "living area" so I assumed she was either in our bedroom or on the back porch. I did what any good husband does, I yelled," Honey where are you..."She answered and said she was on the porch. I proceeded to join her there.
I had taken no more than two or three steps when I saw it. It appeared at the entranceway of the rear hall, before you get to the back door. It was a gold colored, circular shaped disk about the size of a small saucer. It steadily grew in size until it was the size of a "dinner plate" and exploded. There wasn't any sound but it didn't just disappear or fade way-it exploded. It lasted a minute, maybe two and it was over. I wasn't scared, just kind of stunned.
I told the wife what had just happened. Of course she believed me and we discussed what it could have been. We, maybe I should say I, didn't arrive at any answers and that left me scratching my head, trying to figure this thing out. I didn't have long to wait because the answer lay just around the corner.
About a month or so later, I was on the back porch tinkering with my weedeater, and the Missus was at her sister's house. I stepped inside to get another cup of coffee and as I looked toward the living room-I saw HER. There standing in front of the television set was a pretty little girl. She looked to be eight or nine years old, with shoulder length, slightly curly brown hair. She was wearing a plain blue dress that came down past her knees but not quite to her ankles. She had her head bowed, like she was looking at the floor or like a child does when they think they're in trouble. I couldn't see her face. I said hello and she promptly disappeared.
I still wasn't scared but I was more than just stunned. I was intrigued and I wanted answers. You might say that it was this experience that brought me to this site searching for answers. The wife and I discussed both these incidents at length many times.
One night, after I truly accepted her gift (she's a non-practicing empathic medium) as being real, she looks at me and says, "Abigail..." I guess, I looked at her like I was confused and she said, "her name is Abigail and she lived here..."