When you cross paths with unseen things.
When I arose on the morning of June 22 of 2011 I made my mother her tea and waited for her to come out. She didn’t. So I went to the bedroom and saw her lying there, mouth open, her right hand clutched in a fist on her chest dead. Though stunned there was time for grief later. The first matter of business was to call my father who was attending to family business only to learn from my aunt that he had already left and was heading home. He had no phone with him. My heart went out to him because he was coming home to discover his marriage of 57 years was over and the woman he loved was gone to this world.
Full article at Substack.
https://open.substack.com/pub/georgebailey/p/breakdown-of-a-haunting
