August 17, 2009
Dad and His Friends
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Joe F. - Tulsa, Oklahoma - September 2008 to Present
After my father passed away that evening I felt his presence. And now once
in a while the clock is set wrong. Which is kind of a joke because when we
worked out of town together I was very obsessed with the clock being set
early because his condition slowed him down. Now there are three shadows in
my hallway. You see; within the last year my father and both of his best
friends died. A medium told me these were his friends creating the activity
before dad's death. The others were his friends on the other side waiting,
because they knew he would be there with them soon.
My five year old has asked who's the man is in his doorway (we tell him
grandpa is saying "hi" from heaven). While lying in bed late one night I
heard my son start crying and say, "I miss you grandpa, but stop scaring
me." As I walked into the hallway to make light of the experience, the
hallway was thick and teared my eyes instantly.
Dad's friend, Mickey was shy and quiet, this, I think, explains the shadow
that peeks around the corner of one of the doorways. The Standoffish shadowy
figure I think is my uncle Donnie, my dad's best friend married my aunt.
Donnie and I were never close due to geographics, but I think he's just
hanging out with dad.
The third figure seems to roam more freely and when it (he) does, things
happen to the clock, or the TV gets turned off. That's dad. Things tend to
fall in the kitchen on active nights. One night in particular, I was working
graveyard and had a horror story when I got home at 8:30 AM. My
four-year-old (at the time) ran across the street banging on the door. My
neighbor luckily fell asleep on her couch. When she opened the door he said,
"There's a man in the house and he scared me." My neighbor not knowing
anything at the time, cautiously walked across the street at 2 or 3 in the
morning and walked through the house finding my wife and everyone else
asleep. She walked around the house and saw nothing. The neighbor put my son
in his bed and went home. Fifteen minutes later my son was knocking and
screaming again. This time the neighbor ran across the street, cell phone in
hand only to find the same situation as before. This time my son insisted on
sleeping on the couch. I want to add that just before and after my father's
death (for 2 to 3 weeks), the activity in the hallway was so intense, that
my wife and I on several occasions turned the TV off and watched the shadows
and lights in the hallway. I stopped doing this when I realized it was
jilting my wife. Although at first she was okay with it.
