“Then a force I had no control over picked me up, pushed me into the kitchen and made me put my hand on the wall. It was burning hot!”
On the day I turned seven, I saw very clearly my two uncles pass me on the stairs of our home. They waved hello as they went by.
My mother asked me who I was talking to. I said, “Uncle Ben and Uncle Will.” The only thing was, they had both died a few years earlier.
After I was married, my husband and I moved into two other homes where people had died. I saw their ghosts so very clearly. I had not known these people but was told that I had described them perfectly.
Time passed and we moved into a friend’s home. One night my husband was working, and I was alone in the house. I was washing my dishes and standing next to a wall when a voice clearly said, “Put your hand on the wall.”
It scared me and I thought, “Why?” Again came the voice, “Put your hand on the wall.”
Instead, I went into the living room and sat on a chair. Then a force I had no control over picked me up, pushed me into the kitchen and made me put my hand on the wall. It was burning hot! To my amazement, the room behind the kitchen was on fire apparently due to a faulty wire, and the house was filled with fire and smoke within minutes.
The fire department told me two minutes more and I may never have gotten out of that house alive.