Katharina Buczek
“I felt happy at that point, but when I tried to tell my wife what I dreamt, I completely broke down. It is hard to explain, but the dream felt extremely real. And if she did visit me, I am so glad I got one last chance to say goodbye.”
She Was House Hunting
“Years ago, my husband and I were trying to see if we could get a modest house by contract for deed. We also took my sister along.”
“It was for sale, but it still had someone’s personal effects in it as if they had just stepped out. Nonetheless, we all walked through and were hopeful.”
“Suddenly, my sister said, ‘Wait, I know whose house this was! This house belonged to that guy my son knew who died in his kitchen! This was Tony’s house.”
“At that precise moment, a cabinet door shot open and whacked her on the backside. Never one to be rattled easily, she looked up and said, ‘Okay, Tony, I get it!'”
“We checked, and it was indeed his house. The cabinet had been tightly shut, and the floor was stable. I had never seen a cabinet door randomly swing open with force behind it like that. You had to be there.”
“I wish we could have gotten the house even if he was haunting it. He was known to be a nice guy, very funny, and we would not have minded sharing it with him.”
They Were In College
