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Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 14:46:16 +0100
From: Paulette Boyd (littledebo@naxs.com)
To: "ghost-discuss@lists.cdb.com"
Subject: Strange occurences re : uncle's death
My father's only brother was killed in an auto accident in 1974. He drove a dump truck for a company near Washington, DC. There were a lot of unsettled questions regarding the events leading to his death, and we have always felt that it was more than a simple accident. He had been having some problems with another driver. It was this driver that was in effect the only witness to the accident, and given the extent of my uncle's injuries at the accident, and the determination of the coroner, it was impossible for him to have spoken and reacted to this driver in the way he had described to the police officials. It had been determined that death was instantaneous, he was thrown from the truck, which then crushed him under tons of rolling metal. There was some question that he may have indeed been forced off the narrow road.Anyway, nothing shady was ever proved, and the incident was classified as an accident. Now on the the really weird stuff.
I may have mentioned this before, but I'll tell it again. One evening, my family was gathered in the living room discussing the accident. I was very troubled, heartsick, for Kenneth was the first of my family to die, and his death was very hard to deal with. I was sitting at the dining room table, adjacent to the living room (open area in between the two rooms), doodling with something--a pen, or pencil, etc., while I listened to my father. I felt enveloped with sadness, and worry, and my mind was totally enveloped with thoughts of my uncle. Suddenly, I came to myself, as if I had been asleep, and had suddenly awakened. There before me, I had written, without any conscious effort or recollection "I'm ok" and "happy". I was stunned. It was as if Kenneth had spoken to me, and through me at the same time. (Did I somehow tap into his spirit, and use automatic writing to get the message through?) I was only 14 or 15 at the time, and had no familiarity with the process. Spooky, right?
The second occurrence was even stranger. The main characters in this event were my mother and father. Dad was subject to bouts of depression after the death of this brother, but was not the type to talk about it. He would become moody and quiet, and we all knew it best to leave him alone. It was a Sunday afternoon, and he and my mother were watching a football game on television. Everyone else was either gone, or outside in the yard playing. As they sat there, with Dad in one of his dark moods, the scene on the television was one of a long shot of the playing field, and the players making a pass. There was no "crowd shot". Suddenly, from the left hand side of the screen, my uncle appeared (a side shot) and proceeded to walk across the screen to the right. His image was larger than those of the players (like a close up, from the waist up, superimposed on top of the football scene.) He had on a white dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled to the elbows (a habit of his), and his right hand in the pocket of his slacks. He very casually walked across the screen, stopped about half way, turned facing the screen, seeming to look directly at my parents,and giving an unmistakable view of his features. He then turned once more, and exited via the right of the screen.
My parents sat there in shock and disbelief. At Kenneth's appearance, my father had sat bolt upright, staring at the television screen. My mother, also shocked, said "Jim, did you see that?" To which my father replied, "I didn't see a damn thing!" , rather angrily. He refused to talk about it, and even refused to admit to seeing the specter, though he had made it evident through his actions and reactions that he had. I often wonder, was Kenneth trying to comfort them with contact, or trying to let them know that there were shady secrets regarding his death. Any ideas?
Paulette