Who believes in the Super Natural!

That is supposed to be angels - didn't run spell check.

Jesus Christ Lives

You know things like phantom vehicles that pull into your driveway. Your children's friend who after a sleep over want to know who tucked them in late at night and kiss them on the forhead. The short, round little old grey haired lady. My grandmother. A confederate soldier that lived in my home in N. Va and who walked the halls at night on sentry duty (all you could see was the uniform). The one in my home in Bryce who the day I signed a contract on a new house slammed the basement bedroom door every 20 minutes. I've got a quite a few encounters in the last 30 years. I have to believe in them.

Who knows? Someone or something is behind all those miracles. Truck drivers and airline pilots know this for sure.

Even in your own homes - a friendly grandparent that had passed and visited in the night to tuck their grandkids in or give a comforting gesture if you were sick and needed some TLC.

Not many people will admit to them they see it as unnatural and forbidden to even talk about. But not all encounters are bad just unusual. They can along with what people refer to as a sixth sense. Scary at first but helpful in the long run, and you can drive your mate crazy knowing what bad thing he is going to do almost to the minute he turns in that direction.

When I found out that my grandmother was dying, I took a few weeks off of work and went to WV to help take care of her. One night, I was lying on the sofa, in the living room, and looked over at the chair, and saw a woman sitting in it smiling at me. She was an elderly woman, with white hair, and she was wearing a floral printed house dress. I wasn't scared. She actually made me feel all warm and fuzzy. Then My eyes wandered up to a picture right above the chair, and at the angle I was looking at it, It appeared to be the image of a demon face staring at me. I jumped up off the sofa and ran downstairs, and my grandma, who's bed was right at the bottom of the stairs, looked at me and said "Strange things are happening in this house". I asked her what she meant by that, and she said "Oh, you'll find out."
I haven't been back to the house since she died.