To begin, I have read quite a few stories on this site, and I decided to submit my own, just to see if anyone might be able to enlighten me.
My father passed away in July of this year, after a one and a half year battle with cancer. He was in and out of treatment from January of 2013, until around April of this year, when they told him that at most he might have six months to live.
In May, he had a bad fall. It was rainy, and there was a nurse coming in daily to change his bandages. Because of this, the dogs had to be locked up. He went out on the doorstep to get our Yorkie-mix, and slipped and fell.
He was in obvious pain; you could tell that it hurt him when he walked, but, even so, it took a few hours before he agreed to let us call the ambulance (the only vehicle that we had capable of making the trip to the hospital was my car, which was too low for him to get in and out of comfortably). I followed in the car, and we were told that he had fractured his hip and would be there overnight.
My dad never got to leave the hospital. The cancer had progressed further than we had originally thought, and it finally won this July. After his service, that was when things started to get weird.
While he was in the hospital, he would call home every night between 8:00 and 9:00. He never missed a night. When the phone rang, the number always came up as "Private Caller" on our caller ID. A few nights after the service, the phone rang, somewhere between 8:00 and 9:00. The number came up "Private Caller." I hit "talk," and all I heard was a dial tone. There was no one there. We thought that was kind of strange.
Another strange event happened at a charity event that we went to. We went to the event in memory of my father, because it was a charity that helps local cancer patients. As part of the event, you could purchase balloons in honour of people that you knew with cancer, or who had died from cancer (yellow for survivors, red in memory). At a certain time during the event, everyone goes outside with the balloons, and they are released. It was a fairly windy day, and because of this, the balloons (filled with helium) were moving in the wind. However, the way that we were standing, they were only blowing backwards, and the wind wasn't letting up. My balloon suddenly starts hitting my mother in the head repeatedly. It was nonstop. We figured it was the way that the wind was blowing, so she moved. The balloon followed her. She even tried moving in front of me, figuring that with the way the wind was blowing, the ballon would stop hitting her. Yet again, the balloon followed her. It didn't stop hitting her until it was time for the balloons to be released.
Now, it is at this point that I should mention, that my dad was one of these people who liked hitting people with balloons. When I was a kid, and there was any reason to have balloons blown up, he would blow them up and hit us with them, which is why the above experience seems even stranger.
Two days ago, we got another one of those strange "Private Caller" hang up phone calls right around the same time as the previous one. My mother has also been having issues every time she drives my car. Lately, the back door has been coming open on her for no reason. I have no idea if this is connected to anything or if its just a problem with my car, but my dad would always sit in the back seat when he could, because it was "better on his arm than the front seat."
I know that dogs are sensitive to spirits, and that they can supposedly sense their presence, so I feel that I should also mention this.
We have two dogs, the above mentioned Yorkie-mix, and a Labrador/German Shepard mix. The Yorkie, being a small dog, is prone to bark at nothing, he always has been, but the Lab/Shepard isn't a vocal dog. She doesn't usually even bark when people come. However, probably 3-4 times a week, right around 8:00- 9:00 pm, both dogs have taken to barking like crazy. There is never nothing for them to bark at, or at least nothing I can see, but they both bark. The Lab/Shepard has two distinctive barks, her happy bark, and her "stay away from me, I'm vicious" (she's not) bark. The bark she always barks at this time is her happy bark, reserved for if she hasn't seen you in a while.
I don't know if any of this means anything, but if it does, I would love to hear your take on it.
As a footnote, I should also mention that it is fairly warm here right now, but the entire time I have been typing this, chills have been running up and down my body. I don't know if that has anything to do with this or not, so please comment and tell me what you think.
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