| I knew she was there in the room with us, I could just feel her. I kept my eyes opened and slowly scanned the darkened bedroom. Sure enough, standing in front of the closet door appeared an elongated white light, the height of the door. The light hovered about three feet off the floor and did not move. It was a dim light that glowed bright then grew dim, glowed bright, then dim. It gave me the impression of a silent heart beating very slowly, but without making any sound.
With my eyes fixed on the light, I got the courage to speak in a soft voice,”Mary it’s time for you to leave us. It’s time for you go on to heaven.” The light kept glowing and the perfume scent grew stronger. Peter suddenly awoke and asked me what was going on. I told him to look over toward the closet, “See that light over there?” I said. Peter’s fumbling hand reached over to the night stand, searching for his glasses. By the time Peter had placed the glasses on his head, the light disappeared.
Although the light had disappeared, I remained convinced that Mary was still in the house. For the remainder of that night, I was unable to fall back to sleep. Peter kept insisting that I repeat word for word, what I had seen to him. I knew he was trying to make sense of what I had appeared to me, but his nervous questioning was making me an emotional wreak. I told him that I needed to go to the kitchen and think about things. In a few hours the sun would be up, so I explained to Peter that I would have a much clearer mind to discuss everything I had seen over breakfast. Peter remained in bed until 8 am.
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That morning we both discussed what I had seen and what it all might mean. Could the glowing light that I had seen, actually be Mary’s ghost? Could there possibly be another explanation for the lights, perhaps the headlights from a passing car? Or, do I have an overactive imagination? So many possiblilities crossed my mind, but in my heart I knew what I had seen was not something that could be explained in normal terms. And what about the scent of Mary’s perfume? I still could not think of a 100% explanation that satisfied me. I remained convinced that it was actually Mary’s spirit who had visited my husband and me.
For the remainder of the day, Peter and I went about our normal daily routine. But try as I might, Mary’s visit the night before, was very difficult to erase from my mind. I decided to take a drive into town and do a bit of shopping. When I returned to the house, I walked directly into the kitchen and placed my bags on the table. I turned to open the the door to the pantry when I noticed something on the sink counter. It was Mary’s favorite coffee cup, and lying next to it was a small teaspoon.
I called to Peter who was in the living room watching television,”Peter, were you going to use your mother’s coffee cup for something?” He said, “No, why?” I told him to come to the kitchen immediately! We both stood, our eyes fixed at the cup and spoon. He swore he didn’t take it out of the cupboard, and I know I didn’t. The hair on the back of my neck began to stand on end. I knew that Peter would not have any reason to make up such a thing for the purpose of scarying me.
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