I have had many experiences whth the unexplainable, But the first one I remember was when I was about 11 years old .I woke up screaming that my uncle was dead. My mother came in asked me what was wrong. I told her that my Uncle Jim was dead and that I had 'seen' my aunt and a man kill him. She 'my' aunt had started an argument with him about the heirloom rocking chair my Granny had given them for their house. She didn't want it in the house because it was ratty looking. My Uncle told her that he was going to refinish it and it would be fine. But she just kept on him about it . I could tell from the look on his face and the ridgidness of his body that he was getting really mad. He told her that he was going to take a walk to calm down. (he is the one who helped me learn to control my temper in this same way). She just sruged her shoulders and turned her face away from him. But I could see her face and the evil look of satisfaction on it. Before he even got the front door all the way closed she was on the phone I could see her lips move but I couldn't hear what she said. In less than five minutes this man was in the house. He had a screwdriver and a hammer and! he partiallity removed the pins of the door hinges and then he hammered a small piece of wood between the door and the door jam. Then they sat around talking as if everything was ok my little cousins were both playing on the livingroom floor. The man was large and ulgy and he was drinking my uncles Jack Daniels. My aunt was sitting in the rocking chair facing the door with my uncles gun in her hand. When they heard him at the door the big man got up and hid in the kitchen. I could see him (my Uncle) on one side of the door trying to open it. I could somehow also see my aunt on the other side. She yelled out to my Uncle Jim it's stuck again (The door stuck sometimes) try harder. So he did and the door flew off the hinges. He took one step inside and she shot him. They killed him right in front of his young sons. My mother convinced me that it had all been a bad dream. Until the next morning when the police (we did not have a phone) came to the front door and told us that my U! ncle was dead. My mother looked at me as though it was all my fault. And she my aunt got away with it claiming self defense becauce they set it up to look like he had broked down the door in his anger. I was living in San Jose California at the time and they were in L.A. How it changed my life:IT CHANGED MY RELATIONSHIP WITH MY MOTHER AND TO THIS DAY SHE DENIEYS IT EVER HAPPENED
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