A VISIT FROM GRANDMOTHER AND HER FRIENDS
Submitted by Stacey from Food Safety Superhero.
Let me start off by saying that the the subdivision mine and my parent’s houses are in was established in 2005. I moved into my home in 2007, it was newly built. We live around 5 miles from a battlefield, but from my research, there were a lot of slaves that crossed through my area, as my home is between 2 churches that slaves would frequent. With that said…
Photo at My House
We were having a lot of weird things going on in the house for a while. Mostly we got locked out of the house (which is pretty hard to close the front door when the deadbolt has been engaged from the inside), things vanishing then reappearing in different places in the house, and lots of knocks and thuds.
For a few weeks, I noticed there was condensation on my French door that leads from my deck to the living room. I thought it was odd since no other window in the surrounding area had any condensation. I decided to take photos of the door from the inside and the outside of the house.
When I saw this particular photo, I sort of flipped out. Standing next to me looks like some guy in a medieval-looking get-up with a goatee. There is some other strange guy in the back who looks like he’s photobombing. The guy in the goatee is somewhat hard to see when you blow up the photo, but the dude is there and the dude is real. I get it if you don’t see him. Just relax your eyes and when you do eventually see him, you’ll be like Holy Smokes!
Coincidences? I Think Not!
Sunday, August 9, 2015, my boyfriend was in the driveway working on his car. I was sitting in the garage and a pure black butterfly flew into the garage and landed right by my feet. It fluttered around for a bit then flew away. It was an omen. A pure black butterfly means imminent death to a loved one; at that time I wasn’t aware of that
On August 10, 2015, my son called me telling me my brother collapsed in his garage and my dad had given him CPR. That night when he went in for a cardiac cath we were sitting in the cardiac unit at the hospital. Now, mind you, it’s 1:30 am by now. We’re the only ones in the cardiac waiting room area. There were a lot of seats, and we just happened to sit by a table. My mom glances over to the table and grabs a newspaper with an article she saw earlier in the day which she forgot to mention to me.
The article included a photo of my grandmother. What are the odds that a photo of my grandmother, while in the hospital in Florida for a broken hip in 2003, appears in a newspaper in Rock Hill, South Carolina on the day my brother had a massive heart attack, died, and was resuscitated 3 times? The headline read Palliative Care.
She asked, “Stacey, who does this look like?” I said, “OMG, it’s grandma, she’s here to take Michael.” My grandmother passed away in 2012.
What was more bizarre was, my brother was in Palliative Care for 3 days before he succumbed to the effects of the heart attack.
I actually called the newspaper to find out where they found the photo. It was, in fact, my grandmother and it was taken in Florida. According to the editor, they found the photo from the Associated Press and thought since it was taken in Florida, and the newspaper is located in South Carolina, it wouldn’t matter. I made him remove the image from the paper.
On an ending note, the day my brother collapsed, my daughter-in-law, who was told she could never have children, found out she was pregnant with my grandson, who was born 9 months to the day my brother passed away.
There are no coincidences in this world; just an altered reality.
Photos at My Mom’s House
These photos were taken the day after my brother died. It was just my mother, my son and myself in my parent’s house. I was trying to lighten up the mood and my son decided to take a photo of me being a goofball. I thought I looked sort of cute and one day around 2 weeks after his death, I posted this photo on Instagram. At that time one of my insta-friends asked who the lady behind me in the reflection was.
At that moment, I was floored and gave a huge what the heck!!! Like I said, there were only 3 of us in the house. My son who was taking the photo, me and my mom who was sitting down at the table. When we looked closely at the image, it looked just like my grandmother – outfit and all. I guess gram was checking in on us.
As for my son not being in the reflection in the window, he was standing at a different angle, where he would have been blocked by one of the window panes.
It’s pretty bizarre. The good thing is, it’s nice to know when we die, our soul survives.
Hmm…What do you think about this true story submitted by Stacey?
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