When I was 18 & still lived at home, my mother & I both heard a man's voice call my mother's name. It was about 10:00 at night. There was no man in the house. We slept together for a week afterwards.
When I was 21 or so, I was on a road trip with my future husband. We turned down a long highway in Alabama, and I had a creepy feeling. I said something, and he said that he felt a bad omen too. He is NOT the type to believe in ghosts or predictions. Anyway, in a few miles we were in a terrible car accident - hit by an old lady who had a seizure behind the wheel.
When I was 34 or so, a bright light filled our bedroom. It ended up being a passing car's lights - or so we hope.
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