Greetings! Hope everyone is having a great day! I wanted to share some events that happened summer 2010. Nothing big or scary, but eerily coincidental. I have been in an online/long distance relationship for two years now. We became exclusive in January 2010 and began trying to meet in person. It was tough, and by the summer I was so desperately ready to meet him! I even looked into psychics to see if it would happen and when, and then I found this website. I don't remember the name, but it was a website that promised to grant a wish if you followed the steps. It involved making the wish and visiting a 'wish page,' but a big thing was writing the number 8 on a piece of paper and carrying it around with you. You were to also expose this piece to the moonlight for a certain amount of time each day, hold it in front of a mirror and repeat your wish 8 times, etc. Silly as it may seem, I wanted to believe it because I needed my boyfriend and I to meet. So, I started doing it.
About two or three days into it, I started getting weird feelings. I'd feel uncomfortable being in my own home. Nothing happened, but I just felt so scared. And that third day was the weirdest. My grandmother started having minor strokes that morning and had to be rushed to the hospital. While she was about to be taken, I walked outside for some reason and found one of the stray kittens that had been hanging around our house dead in our driveway. I don't remember if he looked run over, but I don't think it was. Unless my dad hit him when he got home from work that morning and he crawled up closer to the house before passing away, he was too far up the driveway to have been hit by a car. Still, I don't think that's what happened.
I just find it really weird that all of this happened at the same time. Later when my cousin Veronica called to check on how my grandmother was doing, she made a comment to my mother along the lines of, "Well, better the cat than your mom, right?" My mom asked what she meant and she explained that it's an old wives' tale of sorts that when death is trying to enter a home and there are cats around, especially young cats, the cat will take the death to spare the people living in the house.
Maybe I'm crazy, but if I'm honest with myself, I think that I believe in this stuff. Sometimes I blame myself for my grandmother having those strokes. I just don't know. I do feel sure that I was at least bringing some very bad energy to the house.
I'm sure it's all coincidence, but it's strange at any rate.
