Alright, so I’m sitting here contemplating if and how to write this post without coming off as sounding completely off my rocker.  I guess I should just do it.  First let me state that I am a completely normal (well, mostly) person.  So when this particular event happened, I was, um…not only scared a little, but excited and at first, disbelieving.   With that said:

We had elderly neighbors right across the street who we had known before moving in (my Aunt used to own my house and these were her friends. Shane used to clean their windows). They were a very sweet couple.

When we moved in, we would talk to them pretty often. Emma would say that she ‘just simply enjoyed watching our kids playing in the front yard’, and that ‘it made her very happy to see them having fun’.

Over the course of the years, Dan would have occasional times where he fell.  Emma would call and Shane would go over and get him back up again. Shane would sit and talk with him.  Sometimes Dan would say he felt ‘embarrassed’ that Shane had to come over, but Shane assured him that he was happy to help, and then would get him off the subject by talking about golf or something.

Sadly, a couple days after the last fall, Dan passed. We attended the very large viewing. We didn’t know very many people there and we mainly stayed at the foot of the coffin while the family introduced themselves to us. Up until this point it was fairly uneventful and we excused ourselves and ventured home.

We were home about 30 minutes and I was on the phone with my mom. This is when the bizarre behavior began. First, Shane gets up looking very puzzled….his eyes sorta squinting a bit as if he were thinking of something. Then he starts rustling papers on the end table. He’s shuffling them louder and louder and quietly talking out loud, “where are the numbers, I can’t find the numbers”.

At this point I’m thinking he’s being very rude. I’m trying to talk on the phone and he’s picking now to decide to try and find something, rustling papers. So I tell my mom to hold on and ask Shane, “What the hell are you doing?”

Barely acknowledging that I am there, yet answering me, he says in an agitated voice, “I can’t find the paper with the numbers. Where are the numbers?” I tell him I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about. He tells me HE doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but he must figure out where the numbers are’. (and now he’s really looking all over, like he had just misplaced a hundred dollar bill….it was that important to him)

Then he was getting physically ill. Shaking and sweating. It was 8:30pm and he said he had to go lay down. He went to bed. I checked in on him a few minutes later, he was drenched in sweat.

He kept repeating over and over and over ‘I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do Sheila, something in my head is telling me to check the numbers, or find the numbers, there’s something wrong with the NUMBERS!” Now he’s holding his head near the ears and complaining that room is spinning a bit. Worn out he says, “I can’t even close my eyes, because all I see is numbers flying out me!, Oh my God, what does this mean? What are the numbers?”

He finally went to bed and in the morning was completely normal. He remembered only that he didn’t understand why he was looking for numbers. It was frickin weird man, frickin weird.

Oh, did I tell you that in my conversation with my mother, I was made aware that Dan’s profession was an ACCOUNTANT?

For weeks we talked about what happened and even wondered if he had brought Dan home from the funeral home. It was a year later that my mom gave me a book titled: When Ghosts Speak, by Mary Ann Winkowski (the lady that show with Jennifer Love Hewitt is based off of).

In reading this book, I discovered that the deceased linger by the foot of the coffin during their funerals so that they can watch and observe the mourners and their (former) self. I found this most interesting, as that’s exactly where Shane was standing at the viewing. Hmmmm, maybe he DID bring Dan home!

I’ve always believed in the spirit world. As a kid I used the Ouija Board often and I’d had strange sensations now and then in cemeteries and in the houses we’ve lived in since my married life began. Yet I don’t believe everything and my feeling on most of the ‘pyshics’ is they are probably frauds.

Yet, I contacted Mary Ann via email and related the story to her to see if she could get ‘a read’ on what really had happened. I never expected to actually hear from her, but strangely enough, about 5 months later, I got a phone call from her. We talked for a bit and although she couldn’t definitively tell me what happened, she did say that Shane was especially susceptible to the spirit world.

I’m SO jealous! I wish I could experience something like that! Anyhow, the conversation didn’t end there. She went on to tell me a few things that I didn’t know.  Things that would shed some light on an issue we had at home.

Look for my next post, where I will explain the rest of the conversation.