Today, I’m happy to host Coral Russell, author of Amador Lockdown. Take it away, Coral!
I have had strange experiences in my life that has led me to believe that there is ‘something’ beyond this life. One of the most memorable experiences was with my husband. We bought a one hundred year old house. It was 2400 square feet. The upstairs and downstairs consisted of a wide room at least thirty feet long with two ceiling fans. The foyer of the house was done in oak and had three flights of stairs. My husband worked during the day and I worked part-time at night and would get home about 11pm.
Our house was on the corner and for weeks now I had driven up to a house ablaze with light. My husband had turned every single light in the house on and there were many windows so you could see it from a couple of blocks away. I begged him to think of the electricity and please turn off the lights. Surely he didn’t need every light in the house on when it got dark.
He mumbled something or other and I still came home to find the house all lit up. It was welcoming, but I dreaded receiving the electric bill.
One night we were watching TV downstairs. The TV was in front of a big picture window at one end of the big room downstairs. We had a loveseat in front of the TV and to our left was the foyer. I’m not sure when we became aware of footsteps overhead, but they were at least twenty to twenty-five feet behind where we were sitting. My husband and I both turned and looked up. The footsteps were walking straight down the middle of the room and the ceiling fan directly behind us shook a little as they passed.
Then the footsteps proceeded down the stairs. The staircase was old and every step creaked loudly. As the footsteps continued down the three flights of stairs, my husband and I leaned forward and looked into the foyer fully expecting to see a person enter the foyer. The footsteps stopped. Only there was no one there.
For the first time my husband and I looked at each other. We had been speechless this entire time. Then my husband jumped up, turned to me and said, “See, that’s the same #$%* that’s been going on every night in this house!”
I never asked him to turn off the lights again.
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