I thought I would tell you about an experience my sister had many years ago.
She was around 15 or so and was at a friend's house for a sleepover. Her and a few other friends decided to play with a Ouija board in their garage. Her friend's mother was at work and her father was in bed, so they had no supervision. While playing with the board they asked if anyone who wanted to speak to them. They got a YES, they asked for a name. They got MOM, they asked for a message. They got UNDR BRIDG. They did not understand the message at the time.
Later, after they had gone on to bed, there was a knock at the front door. It was the local sheriff who had come to the house to tell the girl's father that his wife had been killed in a car accident on her way home from work that night. Her car was found submerged in water under a bridge just a few miles from their home.
To this day, my sister will not go near or even discuss the subject of Ouija boards.
There are a few things that have happened in our home and one, when I was in Italy as a child. I will start from the most recent to the earliest.
About three years ago, I was in my bathroom and was just finishing dressing. I was thinking to myself that I felt I was putting on weight and that I should go on a diet. Then all of a sudden something smacked me on the backside. I turned and looked and nothing was there. I told my kids, my husband and my friends and no one had an answer. Then about six years ago, my daughter and I were in the kitchen. My daughter’s birthday was coming up, family and friends were sending her birthday cards and I usually display them on the counter above the dishwasher. There were about five cards facing front. We started to talk about where she wanted to go for her birthday and all of a sudden my daughter said "Mom, look!" All the birthday cards were facing back towards the back splash. Well, needless to say, we were scared out of our minds. I told my daughter that maybe it was my mother who passed on. She probably said nobody’s card would be as important as mine, only because she adored my daughter and spent much time with her when she was alive.
Now, going back ten years ago. My son was six and he had just lost his tooth. He came running down to the kitchen to show me and said, "Mom I just lost my tooth", and I, of course, made a big thing about it and said "OK we have to give it to the tooth fairy tonight." My son and I were at the kitchen table and he was sitting across from me. I went to put it in this silver antique tooth fairy box that someone had given my son as a baby gift when he was born. All of a sudden, the tooth went straight up about two feet from the table and made a left about five feet and then dropped to the floor and broke. I think my son, at first, was so scared he couldn’t even talk. We just looked at each other. All my son could say is "what was that?" I just said I didn't know, but don’t worry, the tooth fairy will still take it. I put in the box. Yes, the tooth fairy still came and yes I still have the broken tooth.
My earliest experience was when I lived in Italy at age four. I was sick and I was in my parent's bed. The bedroom was in a loft and I was about 20 feet away from the balcony. I woke up and I noticed a ball of fire that kept spinning around in place by the balcony. I couldn’t take my eyes away from it. Suddenly, it changed to a hand that came towards me very quickly and I put the sheets over my head and started to scream. My parents woke up and I told my mother and she said it’s probably because you don’t feel well. Well, 42 years later and I still haven’t forgotten it.