I’ve experienced quite a few paranormal happenings over my lifetime, and recently I’ve had two more. I was at home on my own and decided to make a cup of tea. I reached into the cupboard to take out a mug, and was aware that the kettle (which was nowhere near the cupboard) had somehow switched itself on with no help from me. Today I was doing some weeding in the garden, and came across my mother’s initials etched in a 30 year old piece of concrete surrounding a drainpipe. They had not been there before.
Mum was always interested in the supernatural, just as I am. She often said that she would contact me from the ‘other side’ if she could find a way. I really don’t know if these spooky happenings are Mum’s way of telling me that she is still around, but I’d like to think that they are. Most of my paranormal happenings occurred when I was a child, but I have had other strange happenings over the last 15 years, like a lady sitting on my bed in the middle of the night and then disappearing. Light bulbs have exploded when I’ve asked out loud if anybody is there, and I have also received extremely accurate messages from one particular spiritualist medium who I had not met before.
The very last spooky happening before the kettle/concrete incidents was in the middle of the night. Mum only had a few months to live, was bedridden in her care home, and was not quite ‘with it’ anymore. I woke up around midnight, convinced that she had tried to phone me on her mobile. However, I knew that she could no longer use a phone and that her mobile sat in a drawer and was never charged. I was always at her flat every day anyway, and her carers always phoned me at home if there was an emergency.
I sat up, switched on my phone, and there was Mum’s number on it. I let myself in to her flat the next morning and she was quite lucid. She told me that she had wanted to phone me, but couldn’t remember why. I went to the drawer where her mobile phone was, and the battery was dead as always. It hadn’t been used, and she had not been out of bed.
Ooh-er…
Stevie Turner 
So many elements of the paranormal … your mother’s love, the location, the history, lives that once swelled there. You should let your poetic heart fly with this spirituality. Write!!!!
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Ha ha, we argued like old fishwives, but I do miss her now. However, I think she hasn’t gone far…
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You have an amazing connection with your mum. Absolutely those are signs. 🙂 x
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Thanks Debby. It’s strange, because we often didn’t get along very well, but we became closer in her final years. x
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I told this kid who was going to house/dog sit, a friend of my daughter when she was younger, “There’s something weird about this house, from the laundry room, through the kitchen, to the garage. In fact the door from the garage inside will open by itself, or you’ll feel it catch on something when you try to close it. Just slam it.” I didn’t mention the brownish haze that sometimes accompanies those actions in that area. We got home afew days later. He was sleep deprived, scattered. “This house… is crazy…” Only in the kitchen area, and whatever it is it isn’t malevolent. But it is there. I have my theories, but…
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Ooh, you live on a haunted house – how wonderful! Who do you think it is?
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Not sure. I’ve thought something happened in this area. Cowboys and Indians, or maybe a grave yard. Most of the dogs in the neighborhood will cross over to the other side of the street early to avoid the southeast corner of an intersection. I mean they whine and cower, dead stop. The only thing there is a stop sign. The house, early on I thought someone committed suicide or died. Longer story there, but then I thought, and this is nuts, someone is riding a horse right through the kitchen, like it’s on a path. Crazy stuff. Now it’s like when things in plain sight go missing for awhile, the locked door to the garage is ajar, lights aren’t how we left them, thumps in the night… oh, there went the ghost.
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Maybe an old Indian burial ground concreted over? Somebody committed suicide in the flat where I lived as a very young child. My bed used to levitate with me in it. Spooky indeed. I used to dive under the bedclothes until it came down again.
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So amazing to read, Stevie. Your mother was and is definitely communicating with you. We all have these abilities and they tend to manifest at puberty (so I’ve read–and experienced first hand), but as we grow up and use the left side of our brains more for logic and details, these abilities dim or disappear only to be awakened by a traumatic or highly emotional event. I loved reading about so many events of yours Stevie. When my mom passed on March 3, 2020, I woke up at 3am to visit the bathroom and had a fleeting thought that my mom was no longer in the world. At 6am, my brother called to tell me she passed in the night…at 3:00am. Yep, it’s real!
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Yes, it is real, Terri. As a child I was particularly disturbed with them, but at the time I didn’t know what they were.
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Astral projection fueled by love. So touching.
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Thanks for the link, Leon.
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“There are more things…” These things happen far too often, not to be real…
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Indeed.
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Your are really gifted, Stevie! Its denied by the most churches and religions of the West. But why should it not be possible? xx Michael
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It is possible, but not everybody wants to acknowledge it or admit it exists if they haven’t experienced it for themselves.
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I love this and have had experiences myself
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Care to share?
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I rented an old house once with 2 roommates. while living there we began to experience things being moved to different places, when none of us had done it, water suddenly pouring down the side of the house when there hadn’t been rain for a long time and gutters were not full, footsteps heard downstairs from an empty attic room above, and finally, I awoke to a man speaking my name in the middle of the night, saw sparkles above my doorway and no man anywhere in the house. at first, with the moving of things, we thought it was just one of us pranking the others, but with time and the continuation of this, we began to believe it was probably some sort of mischievous poltergeist, messing with us, not scary at all.
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Ooh…spooky!
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I will tell my wife about this. She loves anything remotely paranormal or spiritual.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I just can’t explain the kettle or the initials. Weird, eh?
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