While I have never had any dealing nor aspirations with ghosts, I have had something happen many decades ago which is very hard to explain. While people all over the world have mentioned dealing with such endeavors, it has never been something I have any expertise on so with that, I will tell the story. Back in the 60’s I was living in western Pennsylvania a town called Roaring Spring of about less than 3,000 people. It was a rural place with laid back people, no drugs, school dress codes and teachers were allowed to use the paddle and discipline was a fact of life. I was around thirteen years old at the time and my father was working the night shift. During the night, I heard ungodly screams from my mothers room. I laid there paralyzed with fear, unable to move even an inch. Again, I heard the screams and heard my mother call out for my sister who was younger and me. She looked pale and VERY shaken and with that, started to describe in detail that she was awakened by a man standing in the corner of the room doing nothing more than a blank stare at her. After she recovered , we all managed somehow to go back to sleep. The next day, we took our laundry over to our elderly lady a woman named Olive who did all of the neighbors ironing. When I went to Olive’s house bringing the laundry over for my mother the two started the usual chatting. After a while my mother told Olive about what she saw and called it a dream. Olive, turned to her and when my mother described the man, Olive’s face turned ashen. She immediately sat down and called for me to get her a cup of water. Upon recovering she asked my mother, “Do you know who you just described”? My mother shrugged and Olive replied, that was Mr. Kaufman. He lived in your house years ago. My mother described this man in detail without ever seeing him before. As far as I know, there were no photo’s of him anywhere and, we didn’t even know the name of previous dwellers in the house though the house was old as I remember it. The point of the story is that when people talk of their spiritual experiences, most of the story if not all can be explained rationally, but, in the case of my mothers story just the fact that she described someone she never saw in exact detail to Olive who knew him. What are the chances? Well, to me, it is something I have never forgotten. A few months later while my grandmother was staying with us from Nebraska, my parents came home from a party after midnight. My mother and father saw my bedroom light on from the second floor. Upon entering the house, my mother wanted to know why I was still up with the light on at such a late hour on a school night. My grandmother replied that she had sent me to bed at nine pm and as far as she knew, I was asleep as she had checked on me earlier. When my parents originally saw the light on from the road, they mentioned that they saw a shadow cross the window and thought it was me. When my mother came upstairs only moments later after they saw the light on, she said that I was sound asleep and that the light bulb was cold. What was it? Could it be explained? Did I possibly get up during the night? Hard to tell but that and our two cats would be sleeping ad suddenly get up for no reason and hiss at the stair way above, their backs arched as in turmoil. There were times I had felt a cold breeze go buy as we were in the living room and also sounds down the basement. The basement had a dark fruit cellar which was scary to say the least. In any event, it is something some almost 50 years later that I have never forgotten and thought about often. Who was the man she saw? What happened the night my parents saw the light on in my room and the shadow of someone crossing the window? What made the cats arch their backs and hiss? what were the cold breezes I felt near the steps, and of course the spookiness of that dark fruit cellar. In conclusion, while I have never had any real visible meetings with anything paranormal, I do believe that a fact like my mother describing Mr. Kaufman in complete detail to the tallness of his stature to the scar on his left check to be something more than a coincidence. It’s something I like to share with people that I have never had the intelligence to fathom or explain..
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A student of both famed guitarists Christopher Parkening and Andres Segovia. A Teacher, writer, thinker,and one who tries valiantly to mend the problems of the world. In essence, one who sees fragments of life and through experience, guidance and hope,tries to thread and weave the fabric of subject, idea and situation back to reality.With this then, is what one hopes the reality of this blog will achieve. View all posts by johnbroncofan54