Last night is seems we may have had another visit from our little girl.
Our long time friend Jeff Bell had come over to visit us. Jeff lives about 20 miles away so when he comes over, he usually stays the night. The first room down our hall use to be our eldest daughter Jessi's room and I have redone it for just such a visitor. It has a twin bed in it and a dresser, TV and nightstand. It is mainly this room, the hallway, hall bathroom and our 'library' room that seem to have the most activity from our 'little girl'.
So after many beers and stories later, I decided to go to bed while the boys continued to want to hang out front and proceed to chat about nothing an everything. At around midnight, I woke up to my alarm blaring in my ear. The weird thing was that the clock is set for 5:30am and it is usually shut off each morning when I get up and re-set just before bed each evening. The clock was also not even displaying the correct time, off about two hours or so and I am not sure how it got to be this way. Anyway, I rolled over, turned it off and went back to sleep.
Now our two dogs Tonka and Kai don't get along and fight to the point of bloodying each other, so they are kept separate and Tonka stays in the bedroom with the library attached to it for a couple of hours at a time and is let out for an hour or so in between each and every day. We let him out to go to the bathroom many, many times per day with the last time around 9:00-10:00pm at night just before everyone goes to sleep for the evening.
Last night an hour or so after my alarm clock incident, I was woke up by Tonka standing up on the bedside next to me (by the alarm clock) whining. He rarely does this but when he does, it usually means he needs to go outside. But he has never ever done this in the middle of the night like this time. So I got up, put the other dog in the spare room and proceeded to let Tonka outside. I had no idea what time it was but just knew that it was sometime in the middle of the night. Tonka flew out of the back room like a bat out of hell and headed for the back door.
After I let Tonka and baby Marley outside, I went and clicked the TV to see what time it was. Will was a sleep on the couch and Jeff in the bedroom and it was 2:45am on the dot. I went out front, sat in the chair and smoked a stogie. When I came back in, Tonka had let himself back in through the back door and was standing in the living room at the end of the hallway just staring down the dark hallway at nothing. And he was whining.
I then proceeded to go down the hallway and call him to come back to the bedroom, but he would not come. Finally after much encouragement to come back into the bedroom, he ran real fast past me and in through the bedroom door. The whole thing was just weird and anytime any of the three dogs are staring off down the hallway, it usually means that there is something there that is causing them to be restless, like our little visitor.
So this morning, I proceed to tell Jeff and Will the story about my overnight disturbances. To my shock, Will and Jeff looked and each other and Will said to me "Oh my god! I had an incident last night too!"
As it turns out, Will and Jeff came in late last night to eat something and after they were done eating, Will got up from the couch and went to wash his plate. He says that his right shoulder barely hit the wall as he rounded the wall between the kitchen and the hallway and that he literally felt like someone smacked down on his left hand knocking the plate right out of it and onto the kitchen floor.
Now if you know my family, it is not common for any of us to break things even by accident around our house. None of us has broken a plate or glass in a couple of years here. And you know how if you break something glass, there are normally a bunch of big pieces and then a few smaller pieces. Well this plate was shattered like you see car windows shatter, literally in a thousand little pieces and not ONE big piece. Will says that he got it all cleaned up, but the weird thing is this morning I found little shards of glass everywhere - in the kitchen, all over the dining room and in the living room. You would have thought that he had thrown the plate down as hard as he possibly could on to the tile for all the glass I found.
Not sure if any of this has to do with our little girl, but I am thinking for sure it does. Was she upset that Jeff was staying here in one of 'her' rooms? Was she upset that Will was dining with someone other than me or Allie?
In addition to that, I am a true believer that animals have a sixth sense that we don't. They have heightened sensory abilities that we as humans just don't posses. How come they can hear those silent whistles that we can't? How come we use dogs to sniff out drugs, bombs, land mines and the like? It's obvious they possess something that we don't and at least we are smart enough to recognize these amazing abilities in our pets. So what makes us think that perhaps they can not see things we don't see as well? Like the dead?
Fact is, there have been numerous studies done proving that animals can in fact predict impending disasters such as earthquakes (http://earthquake.usgs.gov/learn/topics/animal_eqs.php) long before we can. Animals also react differently to full moons and weather than we do.
In closing, I will say that our time here in this house proves to me that there is something after death. I think we do have a ghost in this house, even though I am not sure how she died, where she came from, what time period she lived in and who she was. I trust in my senses to let me know when something is amiss and I trust in my animal friends. I know that they will tell me when she is here. All because I am watching and listening!
Until next time!
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