I've been reading the fascinating stories on this site for a while and finally decided it was time to share some of my stories. I have, for as long as I can remember, always had experiences with spirits. I grew up in a haunted house, and I will share those stories another day.
In December of 2006, I was a single mom of three kids, living in a low income housing development that I never really felt safe in. The locks on the doors weren't the best. One of my biggest fears was someone breaking in my house, especially in the middle of the night!
One night I woke up out of a dead sleep looking at what I thought was a man standing near the foot of my bed. It was dark but there was enough light coming in the window for me to see a red flannel plaid shirt and jeans. I jumped up, screaming, running at this person to do physical battle but just at that point, my son opened my door and asked what was wrong and the man was gone. This bothered me for a while, but with a hectic life, it wasn't long before those thoughts faded and were filed deep in my memory bank.
A few months later, at the end of March 2007, my father suddenly passed away. Soon after that, it somehow clicked in my head and I knew that this man had come to warn me of my father's death.
Fast forward to May 2010. We have moved and live in a new house. I'm at my daughter's soccer practice talking to my best friend. My son, who is home alone, calls me and tells me that he was laying on the couch in the living room watching TV. He heard someone coming down the stairs, which lead from the upstairs directly down into the living room. At this point, he's confused because he knows he is home by himself. He looked to see who was coming down the steps and he sees a figure with no head wearing a red plaid flannel shirt and jeans descending the steps and right before it gets to the bottom, it fades away.
Three weeks later, my best friend, who I was talking to at soccer practice, died. I never want to see whatever this thing is ever again. I've prayed to God that He keep it from me and my family.
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Pardon the interruption, soccermom.