Not too long ago, I received a letter from Rara. She admitted to being down. She missed reading everyone’s blogs and said she would lock herself up for months to catch up. She asked how Stories was doing and couldn’t wait to read each post.
In one of her posts, Rara found a tarot card site. She did a reading for herself and invited us to play along. Sadly, I don’t remember the site, but it did bring back memories from my past, where I, and some family members, went to psychics or had experiences which mwy be considered supernatural or the result of too much alcohol. In the spirit of Halloween, I thought I’d share and invite you to do the same!
The first story involves my aunt. She was a devout Catholic but her friends convinced her to see the crazy lady in the crooked house on the hill. This was in the 1950s. My aunt had recently married. The lady took one look at my aunt and said, “you have the gift”, which immediately freaked my aunt out. My aunt sat down and the reading began. The lady told my aunt that she and her husband would have financially difficult times. She also said that she saw a lot of feet under my aunt’s table. My aunt laughed and said that she came from a family of 12 kids, so yeah, there were lots of feet. The psychic grew angry and boomed, “I said YOUR table.” That was enough to send my aunt running out the door, but she did have six kids. My aunt seemed to have a hightened sense of intuition. In preparaton for her son’s wedding, my aunt set carnations out for the uncles. One of my uncles was very sick. His perfect carnation fell apart and within months, he died.
My dad had an experience with a Ouija board that he never told us about. He allowed me to play with tarot cards but was adamant that the board was never to enter the house. I respected that. When my dad died, the microwave fan went crazy for 10 minutes, as if he was saying goodbye.
My mom took me to a psychic at a place called Canturbury Village. This psychic told my mom that Annie was watching over her and that Mary was jealous. My mom freaked because my Grandma’s name was Mary and she was always jealous of my Aunt Ann, who could provide materially for my mom. This psychic also predicted that my sister was pregnant. Four days later, my sister broke the news.
This same psychic told me that the guy I was with was not good for me. I had just been engaged and hid my ring in my pocket. The ring was loose and didn’t leave marks on my finger. Little did she know that his demeanor had changed from someone who was loving to controlling and I was trying to reconcile that. She also said that I would be moving west. I laughed because I was looking for places on the east side.
Years later, she did another reading, this time at her house. Canturbiry Village didn’t renew her contract. She said people called her a witch and it wasn’t good for their business. In this reading she insisted I was moving west (two years later I moved to Chicago). She also said that people will underestimate me but it would always be my choice to react. I’m still trying to figure that one out.
My final story involves my mom’s house. My niece swears that it is haunted and that she sees a little man. I haven’t told her about the time a dark little man-thing gripped my arms so tightly that I thought I was going into shock. I fought and broke free to see it disappear into my mom’s armoir. I attributed it to a night terror. The next morning, the latch on the armoir wouldn’t close.
So now that you’ve been scared/bored/amused with my stories, do you have any to share? How do you feel about supernatural occurrences? Are you able to predict or see future events? Please drop them in the comments, or better yet, contact us.