| Temper, temper! |
| In 1984, I was pregnant with my youngest son. My husband, to put it mildly, was going through some phase of needing to act like a real jerk. We were living in east central Illinois, and one of my best friends from back here in Connecticut was visiting with us. She and her two young daughters were sharing our guest room. I was actually extremely close to giving birth. It was that "any day now" period, so I was on edge to begin with. My husband and one of his friends decided to go on a week-end fishing trip out in the middle of no where. That bothered me enough, because I was worried about giving birth while he was away. But what made me mad was that he took our only car, and we lived out in the middle of the boonies. This town was so small it didn't even have a police department. The hospital was 30 miles away, and this whole situation made me nervous. Anyway, the first evening he was gone, I was sort of pacing around the house, muttering about what a jerk he was, and really working myself up into a state. All of a sudden, I heard this noise coming from the guest room and I arrived on time to see my friend and her two little girls fleeing that room, screaming their heads off. They explained that a chest of drawers was sliding around in that room of its own accord. I looked in there, and sure enough, there was a dresser sitting in the middle of the room. As if on cue, the dresser did a 180 right before my eyes. Prior to this, there hadn't been any activity like this in the house. I wasn't sure what had moved the dresser--whether it was some unconsciously directed anger from my own mind, or whether it was a spirit who was attracted to my anger. Either way, I knew that I was responsible for the incident. I calmed myself down and apologized to my friend. There were never any other incidents for the remainder of the time that I lived in that house. However, this incident really scared me. For a long time, I thought about it consciously every single day. |