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*My grandma's oxygen device started by itself?(06/04/2023)

ᓚᘏᗢ- Again an older experience but now that i started this journal i don't have to worry about experience and dream chapters ruining the research!

So my grandma needs an oxygen machine to breath better, and usually me and my grandpa are the ones responsible for checking on her and turning it on if needed.

That one day my grandpa came in my room to tell me "good think you remembered to turn on the oxygen. your grandma has been coughing a lot today"... i am 100% sure i did not.

"Ummm pa i didn't do that..." i had went to check on my grandma almost 20 mins before he came to tell me, exactly because i had also heard her coughing a lot. I am certain the machine was off when i passed by (i had actually thought to turn it on, but we always let it rest for some time, so i left it as it was) and my grandpa was asleep. "...you probably forgot to turn it off in the first place." i told him to not freak him out. But i very much was.

This was not the first nor the last time something like that happened. Our electronic devices have been acting weird. And sadly that is not the only weird thing going on...

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ᘏᗢ- rewrite

"In the realm of the living, where the veil between worlds grows thin, the unexplained often whispers secrets in the silence. This tale, a chilling account of an unseen hand guiding the fate of those it touches, begins with a simple act of kindness—or was it an intervention from beyond?"

The day was like any other in our household, marked by the routine care we provided for my grandmother, whose health had become a constant concern. The oxygen machine, her lifeline, stood silent, awaiting its next call to arms. It was a responsibility my grandpa and I shared with solemn dedication, making sure she could breathe without distress.

But that day, something extraordinary happened, something that defied explanation and shook the very foundation of my understanding of the world. My grandpa entered my room with a message that would unravel the fabric of reality as I knew it. "Good thing you remembered to turn on the oxygen. Your grandma has been coughing a lot today," he said, gratitude coloring his voice.

Confusion clouded my mind. "Ummm, Pa, I didn't do that..." The words barely left my lips before doubt crept in. I had been with my grandmother mere minutes earlier, her coughs echoing ominously through the house. I was certain the machine was off, a deliberate choice to let it rest. And with my grandpa asleep, who had awakened the machine from its slumber?

To ease his mind, I suggested perhaps he'd forgotten to turn it off earlier, a white lie to mask the unease that had taken root in my heart. But the truth was, I was terrified. This wasn't the first occurrence of something inexplicable happening in our home, nor would it be the last.

The oxygen machine, once a source of unease, now stood as a testament to the unseen hand that cared for my grandmother as much as we did.

So, as I recount this tale, a chill running down my spine, I wonder: Was it merely coincidence, or had we truly been touched by something beyond our understanding?

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