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Mysterious Dog and Cat Story, A True Story in My Home
Mysterious Dog and Cat Story, A True Story in My Home
These two animals, one fat cat, Rhino, and one tiny, miniature bull-dog are the topics of this post. The stories of these two are similar but yet different.
Rhino is a determined cat. At one point there was a mouse in the house. I had not seen him prior but Rhino discovered him. I saw this fat little creature with my flashlight. He was walking the electrical wire that was in a very narrow…
Mysterious Dog and Cat Story, A True Story in My Home
These two animals, one fat cat, Rhino, and one tiny, miniature bull-dog are the topics of this post. The stories of these two are similar but yet different.
Rhino is a determined cat. At one point there was a mouse in the house. I had not seen him prior but Rhino discovered him. I saw this fat little creature with my flashlight. He was walking the electrical wire that was in a very narrow opening. This fat mouse was being able to get in an area that my fingers could not reach to plug the hole. It was between a vanity and the wall. The hole was a little bigger than the electrical wiring that was coming up from the outside in.
An idea seemed to work I had. Furnace filter without the card box edging was folded and shoved in the tiny width. It fit perfect from height to width. I can’t see the mouse. The mouse can’t see me.
But Rhino knows that this mouse had been there. Rhino sits in the bathroom for hours upon end each evening waiting his nice little snack.
Now the story of the bull-dog. This was in a special case of items that I purchased from my children’s grandmother’s estate a year ago this week. It is so tiny, I am shocked that it has survived all these years.
It is the very old, hard plastic from years gone by. I can’t even make a dent in it with my finger nail. This bull-dog has disappeared off and on through the year I have had it. It doesn’t mean anything to me really, except the fact that it probably belonged to their kids or the parents themselves.
It is also odd that this dog appeared last night on the year anniversary of the grandmother’s death. So this is the history of these two animals. One alive and one with a mysterious past.
Now to last night. I will back this up to three days a go. Rhino who weighs twenty-five pounds and seems afraid of nothing smaller than himself has taken to racing out of the bathroom .
Now to see this fat cat running is comical in itself, but to see him running as fast as his four paws can take him is something else. He has done the same thing three nights in a row. He runs out here. Sits right beside me with big open eyes and meows one time real loud. Then he takes off for my bedroom and hides under neath my bed and doesn’t come back out for a couple of hours.
The dog who has been missing for some time now. Which I believe was seen around Halloween of last year suddenly appeared last night. I had come out of Al’s room after checking and tending to his needs. I checked my sugar levels as I have had big issues this week with my sugars dropping too low. I fixed myself a turkey sandwich and brought it here to the computer and sat down to munch on it.
While eating it I felt something hit my hair. Sort of like when a fly lands on your head? You feel something but it doesn’t hurt. I started to put my hand cautiously up on my head and then felt something drop on my lap.
Thinking a piece of bread had broken off from my sandwich I looked down ready to pick it up and throw it a way. It wasn’t a piece of bread or any crumb. It was the bull-dog. I sat frozen. I thought, where in the world did this come from?
Then I came out of my freeze and picked it up. I turned it over and I was just checking it out, wondering how it had fallen from my hair to my lap. Especially when I had not seen it for some time.
So the mysteries remain. I have went immediately to the bathroom after Rhino makes the mad dash and with a flash light checked out the entire room. No mouse droppings, no mouse, no nothing. The bull-dog comes to me out of nowhere.
The only common denominator between these two is that they are both animals. Anyone have any comments on this topic? I would love to hear what you have to say.
What Do You Know or Believe?
Do you believe? I have days where I doubt. I have times where I want to believe. Many years ago I was sitting in an old farmhouse with my girlfriend. Our kids were in bed and it was quiet.
She had been having issues with a marriage. What was God’s answers to marriage compared to her desires. This particular evening as we were sitting and talking she had a vision come to her.
I didn’t see…
What Do You Know or Believe?
Do you believe? I have days where I doubt. I have times where I want to believe. Many years ago I was sitting in an old farmhouse with my girlfriend. Our kids were in bed and it was quiet.
She had been having issues with a marriage. What was God’s answers to marriage compared to her desires. This particular evening as we were sitting and talking she had a vision come to her.
I didn’t see anything. It was all hers, but I did see her rocker move. It scared me to be honest. She saw it to and she then told me of the vision she had. An elderly gentleman, who went to our church who had passed on, came to her and sat on her rocker. Her answers she sought had been given to her. We talked and sort of laughed over the rocker. The night went on but I never forgot what had happened.
Then there is Al. What about what he says he sees? Is he really seeing our parents? Has he really had a vision of Jesus standing next to him? What about the late evening this past summer when my son and my nephew and I were sitting around the campfire, when the front door went slamming open. It remained open long enough that a person had enough time to exit the door.
I always think of the Ghost Hunters on TV as an entertaining program to watch for fun. Do I really believe this can happen? Do others have experiences that takes any doubt out of their mind that there are spirits living among us?
What about exorcism, do you believe in these? Can Satan disguise himself as a person and play cruel jokes on our minds?
I am watching Dr. Phil right now. The topic is on spirits living in our human world. Famous people who I think are good people are on there explaining their own stories. Dr. Phil, whom I really enjoy watching, says he is a skeptic, but open-minded enough to listen.
I just wanted to get your opinions. Anything you have to say, or a story to tell, there will be no judging. Feel free to write a comment to me. Like I said, there are times I want to believe, and other times I am as Dr. Phil, a skeptic.
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Fear On The Edge Of Your Seat
Come here my friends. Come closer, sit on the edge of your seats. Be prepared to quiver and shake.…
Fear On The Edge Of Your Seat
Come here my friends. Come closer, sit on the edge of your seats. Be prepared to quiver and shake. Get ready for the ride of your life. This is a true story of what happened here at my home ballooned with effects to give you a better scare. Are you ready? Have you gone to the bathroom already?
Click on the link to get the sound. It will play in the background while you read.
It was a very dark night. No wind was blowing. All was calm. The whole evening had been this way. Something even had changed with Al. The house just had an eerie feeling about it; but nothing I could put my finger on.
The later the evening went the more Al became quiet. He had slept from after supper and at his usual time he didn’t want to get up. I let him sleep some more. The next time I tried to wake him up, he did but he was not himself. He was more like a shell or a skeleton. I said his name a few times with no response. I finally ended up yelling, ” Al, Al, answer me. Can you hear me Al? Who am I?”
He finally looked at me with eyes that sent shivers down my spine. I got a cold chill that ran completely through me as I was looking into empty eyes.
I somehow managed to be able to hold him up long enough to change his brief but then almost dropped him from fear that over took my soul.
I let out a scream, which didn’t even phase Al at all.
My face felt cold as the fear dripped from my head.
I was staring at his bed sheets and what I saw I had never seen before, never in all my years of being a caregiver.
The bed pad had a large circle or odd shape of black. I quickly changed Al and put him in his recliner. When I got him positioned I quietly asked, ” are you hurting anywhere? Do you have pain? Is everything alright?”
He never answered me. He dropped his head and just seemed lifeless.
At this time my heart was racing and yet I knew I had to remain calm. My son and my nephew came about then. They were talking about all of their major issues from the day.
In my mind I was scared. I could feel my body shivering from what I had seen.
I talked to them a few minutes and then my son conversed with my daughter via cell phone.
While they were talking I sneaked a way back to my bedroom and called Hospice. I explained every detail I could remember and she told me that Al is beginning to go through the stage of Renal Failure.
Oh my God is all that was racing through my mind. I felt like rats were eating at my brain, leaving me nothing but pieces of broken threads. Nothing was connecting. All I could gather in sentences were this is bad.
I hung up and went and threw all the evidence in the trash can. I smiled at Al and asked him if he was ready for his bedtime snack. I heard nothing but he did look in my direction. I went to the kitchen and got him a glass of juice, a pop tart and his medications.
Going back I gave him his medicine first and then sat the goodie in his lap. He sat there, motionless. I prompted him a couple of times and then he reached for the food.
I told him I would be back. The guys had gone outside to build a fire in the pit. We all gathered round. It was a nice roaring fire and although it is still summer there was a slight chill in the air at midnight.
We were all discussing the day. I was glancing towards the house admiring the white lights that run throughout the wheelchair ramp.
I remembered Al and came back in. He had not moved. Once again I prompted him he needed to eat a little because he had his medications. He moved his arm as if to raise it to his mouth so I left again.
Once back outside I started telling the guys how I felt an eerie feeling. I felt like something was not right. I had an instinct that Al was not really here with me. We started discussing a little bit about his life and what he had done in it.
My nephew made the comment that Al had always been a fighter. He said Al will not give up until he can fight no longer. I looked back at the ramp again. Those white lights always bring me comfort.
The fire was crackling and all three of us became quiet for a short time. Then we heard something in the trees. A squirrel?
Was the owl back? A couple of weeks a go there was a big, white owl that was sitting in the tree directly above me. 
Maybe Rhino had tried to come outside.
No, it was none of these things. In fact, what caught our attention was the click of the screen door. Now you have to realize it is dark except from the glow of the fire and the lights surrounding the ramp.
We all turn to look at the door when we heard the click of the handle. We watch as the door is thrown open. Not gently, but like a force of someone being in a hurry.
It was opened as far as it could go, then in two seconds it was slammed shut.
We all saw it. There was no denying it. We jumped up out of our seats and huddled.
I knew that Al was inside and I needed to check on him. Swallowing hard and forcing my feet to walk, I had to enter that door that had just opened and slammed by itself.
I went in and checked on Al. He had never eaten the pop tart nor touched his drink. Once again I somehow with added strength, was able to get him out of his recliner and into bed. I changed his brief, rolled him over and tucked him in. He was nothing more than a zombie at this point.
I made myself walk through the house. Opening closet doors, looking behind shower curtains.
Nothing, no one was anywhere. I went back in and again checked on out-of-it Al and he was sitting up in bed, wide awake. His eyes were wide and he looked at me but said nothing. I asked, ” are you alright? Did you see Mom?” He looked at me and then laid back down. I went back outside.
We tried to reason what we had witnessed but there was no explanation. The door had been flung open and slammed shut. We all saw it. The fire was almost out so the guys headed home and I had to come in the house by myself.
Someone or something had definitely been in our house. Last week the door action had happened twice. Once when I was here alone and then when I had company it did it again. The TV had been turned very loud by someone other than me and with no remote.
Was it a spirit? Was it Mom here for Al? I don’t know. Maybe I will never know. Whom ever or what ever it was definitely linked to Al.
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Threads Or I Am Going Crazy
I have been posting on the odd things that have been happening in Al and my home. I have found two…
Threads Or I Am Going Crazy
I have been posting on the odd things that have been happening in Al and my home. I have found two different pieces of wadded strings. I had the gold necklace cross end up in my hands during the middle of the night.
Nothing else has happened until this morning. I went to do Al’s laundry from his bed. I took my pile to the washer and dryer and sitting on top of the washer was a blue piece of something.
I picked it up. It was bright blue like the sky. The touch was something I had not felt for so many years. It was so soft. Softer than Angora. It reminded me of the days when my family got baby chicks. When you picked them up it was like picking up pieces of soft, fluffy clouds.
I laid it down on the washer, and turned to sort out the dirty clothes on the floor. I was thinking, is this another sign from Mom? What kind of game is going on here? Am I losing my mind?
You see I have talked to my best friends. I have spoken to many bloggers on WP and the ideas are just as different as East and West. Some say yes, it could be a sign from Mom. Others say no way, yet others say maybe it is angels.
After sorting the clothes out I stood back up to look at the piece of blue yarn again and it was gone. I was a little sad I have to tell you. I went ahead and started the washer. When I was getting ready to walk a way, there lay the blue fluff again on top of the washer.
I raced into the living room to get my camera and take a photo of it again before it disappeared before my eyes. I walked back with the camera. No fluffy yarn. I searched all around the washer and dryer, on the floor, nothing. It has been two hours now since I last laid eyes on it and it has not reappeared since.
I don’t know what to think anymore. All I know is I am not going crazy. I am seeing these things.
Saddened I can only tell you about it as I have no photo to show you. I went back in and sat at my computer and picked up my sketch pad. This is what I ended up drawing. Does this have any connection or threads connecting from the blue fluffy threads to my sketch? Maybe or maybe not. Only my inner mind knows for sure, I guess.
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