Had the weirdest thing happen to me yesterday. I had a case of Deja Vu. It would have been great if I was listening to CSN&Y’s “DejaVu” when it happened.
First I got to say my living room has three attached windows. Big one in the middle and two smaller on the sides. I’m in the kitchen and I’m making a pot of coffee. I’m putting the water in the pot and look out the living room window and see a man walk across from left to right. As he walking he’s looking at his smart phone. I turn the water off and look out the window, like three seconds later and see the same guy walking across from left to right.
It was only three seconds. It’s a three cup coffee pot, it don’t take long to fill it. How could it be the same guy. He didn’t have time to walk across, turn around then walk back in that short period of time. And he did the same thing both times. Looking at his smart phone. It was like watching something on tape, rewinding it and playing it again. It was the exact same thing.
There’s something strange going on with me and the number 714. There’s hardly a day that goes by that I don’t miss 7:14 on the clock. I’ll be in my living room, reading a book, look at the cable box and it’s 7:14. In the morning, when I come home from work and sit at the computer, I turn around and look at the clock on the dresser, 7:14. This happens almost every day. I never miss it. Just now, I was in the living room listening to music with the headphones on, I look up, 7:14. Babe Ruth has 714 home runs.
I don’t know what it is. I’m at work last night and I’m on the order picker, I look down and see714.
People tell me to play the number. I played the number and nothing happened. This is like something out of the “X Files.” I wait for something to happen with that number but it never does. It just keeps popping up.
After watching all those ghost shows on TV, I finally saw The Shadow People.
I took this picture back in the 1980’s in Penn Station. I was into photography back then and always carried my camera with me. Right when I took this picture, the little girl turned around and looked at me.
This picture haunted me for a long time. I always wondered what happened to that little girl. She probably is in her 30’s by now. I kind of wish I could find her and give her a copy of the picture.
Would be funny if I met her and gave her the picture and she said, “I always wondered what happened to that guy who took my picture way back when.”
I got a new phone a couple of weeks ago with a camera. I was taking a selfie to send to this girl. When I looked at the picture I noticed a white something coming from the sky. I used the camera before and never had a problem. At first I thought it was a lamp post. But you can see one of the lamp post in the picture and see it’s not that high. Then I thought it was a flag pole. I went back to where I took the picture and there’s no flag pole. Plus it’s leaning a little.
At first I thought it was going into my head but I see it’s behind the trees.
It has to be something with the camera. But then if it was something with the camera, the line wouldn’t be so perfect.
Let me set the story. My father died fifteen years ago.
My mother calls me up the other day and says “something very strange happened before.” I said, “what.” She say’s, “This Saturday would have been our 61 wedding anniversary. I’m having coffee with Joe and the phone rings. I pick it up and nobody answering. I thought it was an automatic phone solicitor. Then I look at the phone to see who’s calling and it’s daddy. I show Joe the phone and she can’t believe it.”
As she’s telling me this, she crying. So since I don’t believe in ghost, I’m thinking there has to be a reason this happened. I call her back the next day to see what the phone number daddy called from. My mother says, “he called from my place.”
Let’s get this straight. My father’s ghost is in my mothers house, uses her home phone to call her cell phone, while my mother is in the house.
Like I said, I don’t believe in ghost but this is just weird.
The co-opt where I live installed new lights outside the building. They happen to be right outside my bathroom window. They’re so bright I don’t have to turn on my bathroom light.
I sent an email to the girl that lives upstairs from me and asked her what she thought of the lights. She said she don’t need a nightlight in her bathroom anymore. She asked me why they did it. I told her for two reasons:
- For safety.
- So people can watch me take a shower.
It’s so bright, I don’t turn on the light in the bathroom when I take a shower.
This picture is from the window in my bathroom. The window is in the shower. Even with curtains, I’m afraid you can see through it with the light on.
At nighttime with the outside lights on, this tree reminds me of something out of a Ray Bradbury book. Demons live in the tree and attach themselves to everybody that walks by.