Readers Stories The Unexplained. I have always believed in the paranormal. Several things have happened over my life span, feelings of being watched and curtains that moved for no reason. As a nurses aid, footsteps heard by me and a nurse on a night shift, scooting sounds like the elderly not picking up there feet yet no one in the hall, etc. etc. On one occasion about 12 years ago, I stayed the night with my friend, because I had given up my apartment and was leaving the next night for California. The window in the bedroom was high up, I hadn't bothered to close the shades and the street light shone in real well. For no apparent reason I awoke instantly, my bed was facing the doorway and there standing at the door was a man, just staring at me. I knew it couldn't be real, because he looked just like my elderly uncle who lived in that town but was 83 and in bad health, he didn't drive, and had no idea where my friend's house was located. I stared, and the man (apparition?) turned slowly as to go down the hall which only lead to two other bedrooms. The second the image turned, I jumped out of bed, ran to the door and looked, but no one was there. I checked each of the other rooms but found nothing and then went to where my friend was asleep on the couch, but no one was there except she. I knew when I saw it that it wasn't an intruder, but something out of the ordinary and not of this earth. I was worried that maybe my uncle had died during the night but he hadn't. Could it have been my father who died nine days before I was born? A guardian angel? My father was tall and lanky, like my uncle who was an uncle by marriage. I am 60 years old and over a period of time my mother also saw things and had similar experiences. There is one nursing home here in my hometown that has always had the reputation of strange happenings. There seems to be like a floating misty cloud that appears at times and is seen before a patient dies, but not at every death. My niece worked the 3 to 11 p.m. shifts and never believed the stories. Her husband didn't believe in such things either. However one night he had came to drive her home from work and was waiting for her to finish, just as they were about to leave they saw the bluish floating cloud above a patients door, the person was very ill. The next day when she went to work he had died. Since this experience they are both now firm believers. The stories are so numerous, that when you are hired you are instructed not to discuss such things with other aids or it will be grounds for dismissal. Once I had a dream that I was in a very large room maybe 30 feet wide and 30 long, it seemed like I was above and looking down at a great number of caskets. No bodies, just the room and caskets .The room was very clear to me; it wasn't like a viewing room where you visit the deceased. Some how I believed it was my neighbourhood J**** D**** funeral home. I described what I saw in my dream to two or three people that had been to D**** funeral home and they said they had never seen a room like I had described. Two years later, I was in nurses aid school, and as part of our training we were taken to hospitals, nursing homes, and funeral homes. One day, the teacher said that the funeral home we would visit would be D**** funeral home I was thrilled. First we were shown the viewing rooms, then a lecture on how to treat families of the deceased. After this the class was taken to a large room with lots of folding chairs and the home director showed slides. During the slide show I was thinking how wrong my dream experience had been. At the closing end of our visit he said “now I will show you where the caskets are kept that people choose from”. He pushed a button and drapes automatically came back and there was the room I had seen in my dream. The bright fluorescent lights and everything looked just like I had seen in my dream. The reason the people I had asked didn't recognise the room I described was because they had only visited the deceased. This was a room someone would go to pick out a casket. There was no point to the dream; I saw no one in the dream, just saw a room. My mother, who died at 93, experienced much more than I did. From my personal experiences I know the paranormal is real and as for those who don't believe, well that's their choice. Some still won't believe when something unexplainable happens, they just make up a reason that it happened, but some things just cant be reasoned away.
Martha.
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