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sighmeupforthat · 46-50, M
not sure if creepy or paranormal... just reading up on 'experiences' i found stench of roses, cold spots and rocking chairs that would rock without reason.
(then dreams of welcoming in a loved on then having noises and dreams that pertained to them.)
and once, 8 months after my wife died, had about ??? it was a few weeks of a door knock that had no one there, i didn't open the door at first, no one there!
then, one day i opened the door to check out the stairway... i felt a cold breeze..... then the noises started then the dreams with and what i associated withe my wife.
so, there it is, not sure why i'm surprised, i'm an reincarnationist.
so there.
(then dreams of welcoming in a loved on then having noises and dreams that pertained to them.)
and once, 8 months after my wife died, had about ??? it was a few weeks of a door knock that had no one there, i didn't open the door at first, no one there!
then, one day i opened the door to check out the stairway... i felt a cold breeze..... then the noises started then the dreams with and what i associated withe my wife.
so, there it is, not sure why i'm surprised, i'm an reincarnationist.
so there.
Lostpoet · M
@sighmeupforthat Soon again I heard a tapping some what louder than before. Surely said I, surely that is someone tapping at my door here I flung open the door darkness there and nothing more. But the silence was unbroken and the darkness gave no token and the only word there spoken was the whispered word [i]Lenor[/i] this I whispered and an echo murmured back the word [i] Lenor[/i]. And each separate dying ember rot it's ghost upon the floor. If that rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenor shall ever press against me, ah never more.
I Know that's not how the poem actually goes but I took artistic liberty to it.
I Know that's not how the poem actually goes but I took artistic liberty to it.