4. I took a trip to NYC a few years ago. Part of my trip itinerary was a stop at the NY Public Library. While I was in the genealogy room to research my ancestors’ arrival to America from Germany and Ireland, I was pushed from behind. I turned around and found no one behind me. People were in my vicinity, but no one was within 20 feet of me.
5. After my live-in grandmother died, we would receive mysterious phone calls during the evening and nobody was on the other end of the line. We tried to Star 69 the phone calls but no number could be found for the dialers of these calls. Perhaps it was my late grandmother, who was notorious for using the phone.
6. Me and my family moved into our current home 15 years ago. One of the first nights I slept here, I dreamt I was sitting in my bedroom and saw blood run down the walls from the ceiling of my room. I woke up in a cold sweat and told my mom about it, she said she had the same dream too. Just a few days later, we were told that two people, Native Americans, were buried underneath a tree adjacent to our house. We live next door to a Baptist Church and these decadents wanted to be buried on the church lot...which my Dad eventually part of that land when he bought the house we currently live in.
A few more ad hoc stories:
-I was 18 and I had severe panic attacks. In order to battle my panic attacks, I underwent therapy, took meds, and went on an exercise program. As part of my exercise program, I went on a mile walk 5 nites a week for an extended amount of time. Newly diagnosed with severe panic attacks, I always wondered aloud “Why do you have to give me this God? Why must you harm me? Do you exist? Do you care?” I always asked God for a sign for His existence and His care for me.
So for a span of weeks when I took these almost nightly walks, I found crosses and crucifixes wherever I went. Where did I find these? I walked around my suburban neighborhood and I gazed at the houses and saw crucifixes and crosses hanging in so many rooms that had the blinds open those nights. One night I was walking and stumbled on some sticks out in the middle of a sidewalk. I looked back and saw that these sticks from trees were shaped...perfectly...in the sign of a cross.
-My grandmother, despite her Catholicism, went to fortune tellers and psychics. She went to 1 psychic who was precise and accurate. The psychic said one of her sons will get into a car accident soon (3 months later it happened), another soon will lose his finger (which happened a few days later) and her husband (my grandfather) will die of lung troubles (he was a smoker and died of emphysema about 10 years later).