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Was There a Spirit in my House?
Or was the house the spirit
By Barbara Martin
You may not believe in ghosts, spirits or haunted houses, but after you read this true story you might.
I’d been startled awake one morning by a vivid dream. I lay in bed still seeing it like a movie playing in my mind. But how could that be? How could I still be dreaming if I was awake?
I listened to the pouring rain lashing against the window outside, and considered going back to sleep. But something about the dream told me there was no time and I needed to hurry. But how did that make sense if it was only a dream?
I felt an overwhelming sense of urgency, as if the house was calling to me, ‘Barbara, help!’
By Barbara Martin
In my dream I’d seen myself jumping out of our car in the driveway of the house my husband and I had recently purchased. I’d run barefoot up the back porch steps two at a time with an overwhelming knowing. The heavy rain that had been pouring down all night had flooded the basement.
I saw myself yank open the door, run through the kitchen and down the steps to the basement door which I opened to find our basement completely flooded with the water…