I have been putting off writing this, coz... I dunno, I feel kinda silly, I guess. But, the more I think about the stranger it seems to me. A couple weeks ago, my daughters Sunday School teacher, Dave Walden (I hope its ok to give his last name, since it's an important part of the story.) asked me to help him in his class. I said yes, and I went in with my daughter and was with her from the time church started until a couple hours after it ended. I noticed in the class that the children called Dave "Mr. Dave" and me, "Miss Manda". The class went well... after church was over, we went home, ate lunch, and my daughter went on the computer and I took a nap. I woke up half an hour later and was out in the dining room, giving my husband a hug, thanking him for cleaning the kitchen and dining room (another mysterious happening!). My daughter, being on the autism spectrum tends to talk to herself alot. She occasionally has conversations with herself, and does both... the questions and replies, so we tend to just kind of ignore it. She was doing that while I was giving my husband a hug, and all of a sudden we noticed she was getting louder and louder, and she wasn't doing a two sided conversation, it was as if she was talking to someone who was invisible. Then she laughed really loudly, and turned to my husband and I and said "Who is Harry Walden anyway?" I, of course, knew the last name, but had no clue who that was so I looked at my husband and he replied "He was your Sunday School teacher, Mr. Dave's dad." Adia then asked why they had different last names. (Apparently she thought Dave was Dave's last name.) So, my husband explained it to her. She then asked if Harry lived with our next door neighbors, and my husband got a strange look on his face, and said "No, he died a long time ago." That was the end of the conversation between them, but he turned to me and said "He used to live next door, before they moved in." My husband has asked Adia many times, where she heard that name, if she heard it at church, or heard anyone talking about that name. I know that while I've been around her she has never heard that name, and she keeps telling my husband that she "just knew" the name, and that he had lived next door. It just... seems a little strange to me. How it changed my life:I'm just a little curious how she knew so much about someone who died years before I was even born. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author: 64723 ( Click here )
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