This was originally going to be my second post, but I thought that maybe it would be best to share my very first (known) experience with the unknown before moving on with some of the additional stories I have to tell.
Back in 1981 I was eighteen, do the math. It was the year my father died. It weighed very heavily on the entire family since even his father and mother out-lived him, by only a few months, but still...
About nine months after he passed away, I had this experience that I consider my very first paranormal visit.
I awoke one night (I was nineteen by this time) in a heavy sweat. I pulled off my tee shirt, tossed it to the foot of my bed and noticed that someone was in the living room of the home that my mom and I still shared. I could see down the hall a shadow that kept pacing back and forth. I got up to investigate.
I entered the living room to find my mom sitting on our couch and, strangely enough, my dad, seemingly in an anxious mood, walking from one end of the room to the other. He didn't look at me until I sat on the couch with my mom. But even then, it was just a quick look, one almost of worry, and then he continued pacing. Back and forth, back and forth. He wasn't saying anything.
I noticed he kept reaching up to a gauze patch that was on his forehead above his left eye, almost like it itched. He never had any kind of trauma to his head so I couldn't understand why he had this sterile bandage on his forehead. (He died of Hodgkin's Disease - Lymph node cancer).
I looked at my mom - she looked at me, and I said to my dad... "Dad? Why are you here?"
He stopped pacing, looked at me and said, "I have a lot of things to finish..."
I 'woke up' then, in bed, finding my tee shirt at the foot of my bed where I had thrown it 'in my sleep'. I rushed to the room where my mom was sleeping and told her of the dream I had. Was she there too? Had she seen her husband? My father?
She looked away like she didn't want to talk about it and said she hadn't. She never explained why she didn't want to continue the conversation at that point. She just didn't want to go further with the discussion.
About a year later (math would indicate I'm twenty at this point), I'm involved in a semi-serious automobile accident. I spend the night in the hospital, and a surgeon is called in to remove glass from my head and sew me up.
You guessed it. The glass was lodged in my forehead, over my left eye. I wore a gauze bandage to cover it for several months as it healed. And to this day, some twenty-five years later, it still itches from time to time.
Nothing to explain, nothing to analyze. It DID begin a series of events that has made me wake up to the fact that there's more out there than we really see, and I've been open to seeing it all when they happen.
And when my scar itches, I know it's my dad thinking about me.
Thanks for listening... I'll add more stories as I can.