Carl Miller
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By the time this event happened my little brother was 4 years old.
Turning back time during my mom's pregnancy with him my dad's only brother would write letters and tell my dad how excited he was and he could not wait to meet him. During this time my dad's brother was very ill.
So much he passed before my brother was born.
4 years or so after my uncle's death we drove straight through from New Mexico to Texas where my aunt lived. We wanted to pay aunt a visit. As we arrived too late my dad decided we stayed at a hotel. We checked in and went to sleep. My dad and mom in a bed. I, in another bed in the middle and my little brother in another bed to the left.
That's how things become confuse as the light was off. I still do not know i was awake sleeping or what. But i only remember seeing a beam of white light on the wall behind my bed sort of focusing on my little brother. Not shinning on him, but somehow i knew it was there because of him. I get confuse when i try to explain, how to express the feeling i was getting?
I remember being afraid but again i m still confused if i was awake or asleep. Caught by surprise completely freaked out and paralysed at the vision that most unexpectedly turned to me now spookingly showing my uncle himself as if he was still living upon the flesh. My eyes wide open (still uncertain if i was dreaming or what) experiencing the weirdest sensations of apprehension at the surreal of the situation.
Suddenly i heard my uncle's voice echoing in my brain (if it is too weird understand my difficulty in explaining).
He said: 'My gift to George (my little brother 's name) lies in the hollow part of the leather trunk'.
And it went away leaving me utterly worn out from the tiresome trip and all the rest. So that i could reconcile myself with sleep i felt like disregarding that weird experience placing it where it belonged-the rest, all the rest. I let out an innocent popular curse and doze off deeply.
I was at that time by 20 yrs old and had other more driving interests in life other than ghost hunting. The following day we went to aunt's and had lunch there. After lunch conversation turned to my decease uncle. I could not help mentioning i had dreamt of uncle that night. So i had called the attention from all the little audience.
'How was it sony (the way my aunt always addressed to me)?'
Aunt you won't believe me. During the dream uncle told us to search for a gift to George. That would be hanging on in the hollow part of a leathery trunk, i think.
Aunt stood up so quick as if moved up by springs.
'My gosh....nooooo!!! That cannot be!'
She hurried all the way down the stairs heading to the basement. Automatically one after the other stood up and walked fast after aunt.
Out of breath kind of panting we looked at one another as if checking out reality. My dad got frozen before the vision of the old leathery trunk-a family relic? Sort of. My little brother right behind dad grabbing the fabric of his shirt. I was standing 5 steps aside wondering how that scene would end up?
Releasing trance my dad took action taking hold of an axe. And he dismantled the old big trunk to pieces. The remaining part had a kind of little drawer inbedded in the leathery trunk so as to draw suspicion.
My dad cracked open this drawer revealing a little rabbit toy-a bunny. A bluish bunny toy- my uncle's gift to George as he was born. A gift to whom my uncle had always dreamt about watching the little George growing, uttering his first syllabes.
Copious tears ran from my dad's face while i felt a gnawing feeling of something bitter down my throat. Mom an aunt hugged one another sharing one another's tears and little George occupied with inspecting his new toy. The bunny my uncle had bought and saved with so much love and care.
Turning back time during my mom's pregnancy with him my dad's only brother would write letters and tell my dad how excited he was and he could not wait to meet him. During this time my dad's brother was very ill.
So much he passed before my brother was born.
4 years or so after my uncle's death we drove straight through from New Mexico to Texas where my aunt lived. We wanted to pay aunt a visit. As we arrived too late my dad decided we stayed at a hotel. We checked in and went to sleep. My dad and mom in a bed. I, in another bed in the middle and my little brother in another bed to the left.
That's how things become confuse as the light was off. I still do not know i was awake sleeping or what. But i only remember seeing a beam of white light on the wall behind my bed sort of focusing on my little brother. Not shinning on him, but somehow i knew it was there because of him. I get confuse when i try to explain, how to express the feeling i was getting?
I remember being afraid but again i m still confused if i was awake or asleep. Caught by surprise completely freaked out and paralysed at the vision that most unexpectedly turned to me now spookingly showing my uncle himself as if he was still living upon the flesh. My eyes wide open (still uncertain if i was dreaming or what) experiencing the weirdest sensations of apprehension at the surreal of the situation.
Suddenly i heard my uncle's voice echoing in my brain (if it is too weird understand my difficulty in explaining).
He said: 'My gift to George (my little brother 's name) lies in the hollow part of the leather trunk'.
And it went away leaving me utterly worn out from the tiresome trip and all the rest. So that i could reconcile myself with sleep i felt like disregarding that weird experience placing it where it belonged-the rest, all the rest. I let out an innocent popular curse and doze off deeply.
I was at that time by 20 yrs old and had other more driving interests in life other than ghost hunting. The following day we went to aunt's and had lunch there. After lunch conversation turned to my decease uncle. I could not help mentioning i had dreamt of uncle that night. So i had called the attention from all the little audience.
'How was it sony (the way my aunt always addressed to me)?'
Aunt you won't believe me. During the dream uncle told us to search for a gift to George. That would be hanging on in the hollow part of a leathery trunk, i think.
Aunt stood up so quick as if moved up by springs.
'My gosh....nooooo!!! That cannot be!'
She hurried all the way down the stairs heading to the basement. Automatically one after the other stood up and walked fast after aunt.
Out of breath kind of panting we looked at one another as if checking out reality. My dad got frozen before the vision of the old leathery trunk-a family relic? Sort of. My little brother right behind dad grabbing the fabric of his shirt. I was standing 5 steps aside wondering how that scene would end up?
Releasing trance my dad took action taking hold of an axe. And he dismantled the old big trunk to pieces. The remaining part had a kind of little drawer inbedded in the leathery trunk so as to draw suspicion.
My dad cracked open this drawer revealing a little rabbit toy-a bunny. A bluish bunny toy- my uncle's gift to George as he was born. A gift to whom my uncle had always dreamt about watching the little George growing, uttering his first syllabes.
Copious tears ran from my dad's face while i felt a gnawing feeling of something bitter down my throat. Mom an aunt hugged one another sharing one another's tears and little George occupied with inspecting his new toy. The bunny my uncle had bought and saved with so much love and care.
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