Real Life Paranormal Experiences Part 3

My Aunt Ruby

Told by MelindaRSisk

I remember it was just starting to get cold. The year was 1991 and my aunt was terminally ill. She had taken a turn for the worse. So we all piled into the burgundy station wagon, my dad, mom and I. It was night when we arrived at my aunt's place and my six cousins, three uncles, and seven of my aunts were present. All from both sides of the family. The twelve-year-olds or younger kids, including myself, all slept together on the floor of Aunt Ruby's house. The adults took the four bedrooms to sleep except Aunt Ruby's room. 

Aunt Ruby had requested to remain home as she begun getting worse. She refused to die at the hospital and said it was too crowded with people who didn't know they were dead. We were waiting for the doctor to make a home visit. We lived in the south-east and in the sticks. Back in the 90s, doctors still made house calls with black leather medical kit and all. The doctor couldn't get to Aunt Ruby's house that day. He would not be able to make it until the next day that afternoon because his vehicle broke down. The doctor was, however, in the area at least for other house calls. 

As children, we got reckless waiting. Some played games, bored, while others slept or went spelunking in the woods. I was the odd ball or black sheep child. Aunt Ruby loved cats and her mouser had birthed a litter of four. I played with the kittens on Aunt Ruby's back porch. I had never really seen Aunt Ruby walk or leave her room. She was bedridden from being sick all the time. Anyway, that day, my aunt sat on the porch with me.

"Why are you out here by yourself?" said Aunt Ruby.

 "I don't know," I replied with the innocence of a five-year-old. "They said I'm weird for talking to animals." 

She came down the steps and sat on the second to the top stair. "What kind of animals do you like?" 

"I love cats but I like all animals," I said.

Suddenly, she said, "I love you."

"Love you too." 

I looked down at two of the kittens playing at the bottom of the stairs. When I looked back up, Aunt Ruby was gone. I thought she went back inside. So my five-year-old brain's logic had me following her supposed trail because I wanted to talk more with her. I felt loved around her. 

Inside the house, everyone was crying. I didn't know why so I asked. My cousin who was Aunt Ruby's daughter said that Aunt Ruby had just died. 

"No, she's not. She was on the porch with me a minute ago!" I said in front of everyone.

 The whole room got quiet except for gasps and a single Oh my God.

That day, I learnt when you see a deceased family member, you don't talk about them to the family. All in all, My Aunt Ruby was not in pain when I saw her that day.