It’s official… My house is inhabited!
My grandson kept pulling at his mother (my daughter) to “come here”. Since there was no one else in the house she thought he only wanted to play. His persistence paid off and my daughter followed him to my reading room (the door was closed). “Come here,” he said again. My daughter, Emily, opened the door and found the old rocking chair rocking all by itself! Emily said that although the chair wasn’t rocking hard, it was nonetheless rocking back and forth enough for it to creep her out.
My grandson, Blake (who is only one year old), has repeatedly told us of many things that a one year old wouldn’t normally know anything about. He also talks of angels and “grandpa” (We don’t call anyone grandpa in our house. We have Papa’s and Poppy’s. The grandpa’s are his great-grandpa’s.), and last night – around 4:00 AM, he had to get out of bed for a drink. My daughter handed him his cup and Blake then gave it to my deceased mother saying, “Here Nannie”. I don’t believe Blake has ever heard that name – it’s my deceased mother’s nickname!
When Emily told me the Nannie story Blake corrected her when she said Nannie. “Donnie” Blake told us. And Donnie was my uncle (my mother’s brother).
Our television is turning off and on by itself, and Blake”s toys have been going on by themselves for months now.
Is it eerie? Sometimes. Why all of a sudden are these things happening? Has the word gotten out that we’re a family of intuitives? Maybe! We’re hoping that’s all it is…
Blessings ~ Lisa
