My mother-in-law was dead, to begin with. There is to be no doubt about that or what follows will not be as phenomenal or paranormal. I’ve written about my late great mother-in-law and her visits and little ways of helping. I may have written about the times youngest son has visited with her in our kitchen. He is unfazed by this and not scared by it. He just tells me about Grandmom being in the kitchen and asking him how he is doing.
Well, time to add a new visit. My father-in-law just got both his knees replaced and was in the hospital and then rehab for the past several weeks. He came home today, which is a joyous event. I’m very proud of him and the work he did in rehab to get home. When we stopped by to see how he was doing, he told us that the kitchen television wasn’t working. Now the only person who has been in the house for the past few weeks is my hubby and he knows not to touch a television set-up. He even watched a bit of telly one night and it was working fine. I offered to take a look at it because usually I can figure out the problem.
This problem was simple. Every cable except for the power and exterior coaxial cable had been unplugged from the cable box. But the cables were still plugged into the telly. There was one cable plugged into the telly but not into anything else. The audio and video cables had all been unplugged from the cable box and were buried and tangled as if they had been that way for years. Then, the HDMI cable that was plugged into the cable box was not the same HDMI cable plugged into the telly. Now, I don’t think my mother-in-law was the type to set up a telly and cable box and deal with the input and output cables, but I truly do think she had some fun randomly messing with the television set up in the kitchen. Once the set up was fixed and the telly was getting the signal, I wondered if Mom had done it.
I went up stairs to just make sure no one else was in the house. I knew no one else could be in the house-the alarm hadn’t been tripped, but still I had to check. As I got to the top of the stairs, I walked into my mother-in-law’s spirit. I smelled her. I felt her energy. I went into every room upstairs figuring they might still smell of her, but no. Not even her walk-in closet. That actually smelled stale. But at the top of the stairs, when I stepped onto the landing, I walked through her. Her scent was so clear. I felt a force of energy outside of me. It surrounded me and then passed through me. It was wonderful and creepy. A good creepy, but still creepy. Hairs on the back of my neck and on my arms stood up. The air was colder. Then as I went down the little stairs off the landing, the air was warm and stuffy and stale again.
I’m curious now to see if she visits us here tonight. If the office door opens and closes at midnight, I’ll know who it is.
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