- My husband texted me, saying that he’d be back 2 days earlier from his work trip. Monday, he came home and apologized for not telling me that he was coming sooner. I said, “What do you mean? I got your text!”
I took my phone to show him, and we both turned pale. Another text said, “Make sure to keep your phone next to you wherever you go; you never know who can mess with it!” We were so confused that we ended up assuming it was a colleague playing a prank. But then we noticed that the message was sent only an hour ago, and by that time, my husband was in his car alone. We still don’t know who sent those two messages, but thankfully we haven’t received any additional ones since.
- After my cat of ten years died in December, I would still hear him meowing. Usually, I could brush it off as just thinking too much about him.
We had this routine where we’d talk back and forth—he’d meow, and I’d call back, “Clyde!” He’d meow again, I’d say, “Clyde!” Then he’d run up, and we’d cuddle.
One day, I stepped outside and heard him, as if he were just ten feet away. Right after, I heard my own voice calling from far off, “Clyyyyde!” The meowing and my voice repeated a few times. It was extremely nerve-wracking. When it stopped, I turned around and went back inside.
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- My husband died 8 days before my daughter was born. My son was 5 then. He was 18 when I was telling a friend how my husband never got to meet our daughter. My son turned and said, “No, he actually did.”
What he said next made my spine tingle. He said that his dad used to visit them at school every single day for seven years, then suddenly stopped, and they never saw him again.
What unsettled me were the details my son remembered. He described the man—the red hat he wore, his gestures—everything was identical to what his dad used to do.I asked my daughter, and she described the same man, down to the exact details. It still gives me shivers because that man couldn’t have been their dad. He had already passed away. To this day, I still don’t know who that stranger visiting my kids really was.
