"It Wasn't Her"

"It Wasn't Her" 3

I had always felt something around her as well, but I only told my mother about my concerns.

At the end of her days, she suffered greatly. I wasn't there when she passed. I was two States away, so one of my sisters sent me a picture of her in her final days. Honey was propped up in her hospital bed with her eyes wider than I had ever seen them, almost bugged out staring up to the right above her head, right where she said she felt that negative dark presence.

This was not just a glazed stare. This looked straight up like fear. I called and asked the nurse how long she had been staring like that, and they told me that it had been so long they started using eye drops so her eyes wouldn't dry out.

What was she looking at? It haunts me to this day.

The night she passed, it was a surreal feeling, it was late, and the air felt still. I didn't want to wake my brother with the news, so I waited until morning, it was like he knew why I was calling before I even said a word and he didn't seem surprised at all. He asked me what time she took her last breath, he said he had a feeling, and with that, I replied: "How so?" He proceeded to tell me that after he turned off the light and closed his eyes, something dark rushed at him, he said it was frightening, all of a sudden, Honey's face came to his mind, and it felt like her... But not her.

He just knew she had passed. Oh man, did that ever freak me out.

A few days later, my second to the eldest sister and my brother's ex-wife (they live together) called me, telling me that things crashed in their bathroom at five in the morning while they were sleeping and the dog won't stop growling at the top corners of the room. They asked me if I could help them cleanse their apartment, so I did.

Now I think that I am the next one on the list.

But nothing happened. Almost a week goes by, and I'm lying in bed with my grandchildren lying next to me. My grandson looks up towards my bedroom door and says, "No, no, no spooky," he was not too verbal at that time, so that was the only word he knew to express something scary. I did not even look. I told him that it was alright and that the bed was covered in white light, and we were protected. I moved my hand as if I had a magic wand and was covering us like a blanket, he sat up and looked around and said "Oh thank you" and went to sleep and so did I.

My son and his fiance, on the other hand, did not go to sleep at all that night. Now, I keep a very bright night light on in my room, so there was no explanation for this. I live in an old farmhouse with a loft upstairs where my son has his bedroom, the door to the stairs go into the kitchen facing my bedroom.

My son said that he and his fiance came downstairs to the kitchen, they both looked toward my room to see if I was up but in the doorway (they described it as) light-absorbing darkness. They both stood there in disbelief, stricken with fear trying to see in my room. It was almost as if whatever it was couldn't get in my room, but it was standing there just feet from my bed, it stayed there for a while then went away.

The next day when they told me I have to say that I was a bit freaked out, and I couldn't help but believe them judging on my grandson's reaction that night.

Now that Honey was gone, my daughter and her husband could no longer live there, so they moved out, leaving all of my mother and sister's things in the apartment. Somebody had to put their stuff in storage, and of course, it had to be me, even though I was the youngest of six I felt it was my duty. I drove there with my two grandchildren 8 and 4 because at the time there was no one available to watch them for that long of a period.

When we arrived, the place was in shambles, dirty dishes, and moldy food lined the counters and piled up in the sink, and it looked like soot all over the floor. Mom and Honey's personal belongings were strewn around the house by whoever and in my mother's room a barricade of trash was piled up to her door, but the middle of the floor in the open space was a full-length mirror I had never seen before hanging off a wooden ladder.

I just stood there and cried.