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Who will you let establish your plans?
We’re living in a time when alternate realities have become a mainstream norm. What I’m about to tell you may seem like an alternate reality, but I assure you it’s my very real reality.
Now that the lawsuit has been settled, it was time to move forward with my life. I began shopping for a house. After
viewing multiple houses, I prayed. “God, I don’t know which house is for me. Please make a clear sign, so I’ll know without a doubt where you want me.” Finally, we pulled up to the house
on Winchester Court. The very first thing guests saw when they stepped inside the solid oak-paneled front door was the scripture inscribed over the foyer archway.
It read, “‘Whatever you do commit to the Lord and your plans will succeed.’
~Proverbs 16:3.”
It was the clear sign I’d been looking for.
Eyes widened with excitement, I pointed at the scripture.
“This is the house for me. I’ll take it,” I told the realtor.
She laughed. “Don’t you want to see the rest of the
house first?”
“Sure,” I said. “But I know this is the house for me.”
I bought the home.
My son, Moe, now five years old, and I moved in about eight months later, as I preferred to furnish the home before
moving in. One of the first signs I noticed of something unusual was tucked away in Moe’s closet. While preparing
to move in, we were cleaning his room, and we found papers on the floor of the closet. They were drawings with messages. In a child’s style, dark and scribbled skeletons filled the pages. Underneath them, the messages all said the same thing: “Get out!” Someone had left us a warning, but why? This freaked us out.
***
Another sign confirming the house was haunted was when I heard a spirit taunting me with laughter. I was talking to myself about not wanting to go out with Audrey, a friend from high school, who’d begged me during a recent phone call to go with her to the strip club.
“Ugh, I don’t wanna go,” I said aloud in the empty house.
Wicked laughter filled the foyer, though no one was there with me.
I froze in disbelief momentarily. I left the house that night, but even these signs did not deter me from moving in after it
was fully furnished.
© Daveda Buckman-Reed
Now that the lawsuit has been settled, it was time to move forward with my life. I began shopping for a house. After
viewing multiple houses, I prayed. “God, I don’t know which house is for me. Please make a clear sign, so I’ll know without a doubt where you want me.” Finally, we pulled up to the house
on Winchester Court. The very first thing guests saw when they stepped inside the solid oak-paneled front door was the scripture inscribed over the foyer archway.
It read, “‘Whatever you do commit to the Lord and your plans will succeed.’
~Proverbs 16:3.”
It was the clear sign I’d been looking for.
Eyes widened with excitement, I pointed at the scripture.
“This is the house for me. I’ll take it,” I told the realtor.
She laughed. “Don’t you want to see the rest of the
house first?”
“Sure,” I said. “But I know this is the house for me.”
I bought the home.
My son, Moe, now five years old, and I moved in about eight months later, as I preferred to furnish the home before
moving in. One of the first signs I noticed of something unusual was tucked away in Moe’s closet. While preparing
to move in, we were cleaning his room, and we found papers on the floor of the closet. They were drawings with messages. In a child’s style, dark and scribbled skeletons filled the pages. Underneath them, the messages all said the same thing: “Get out!” Someone had left us a warning, but why? This freaked us out.
***
Another sign confirming the house was haunted was when I heard a spirit taunting me with laughter. I was talking to myself about not wanting to go out with Audrey, a friend from high school, who’d begged me during a recent phone call to go with her to the strip club.
“Ugh, I don’t wanna go,” I said aloud in the empty house.
Wicked laughter filled the foyer, though no one was there with me.
I froze in disbelief momentarily. I left the house that night, but even these signs did not deter me from moving in after it
was fully furnished.
© Daveda Buckman-Reed
