At the age of 21, in the winter of 1998, my 22 year old husband was visiting his grandmother in Chicago. She lived on a dangerous part of town, but my husband had grown up in the neighborhood and felt safe there. My husband went to the phone to call me, but I wasn't home, so he put his coat and hat on and headed down the street. Moments later he was shot and later on that evening he died.

Due to the fact that I was in Kansas I didn't make it to Chicago to see him before he died. I was hurt that I didn't get to say goodbye.

About a month later I was at home laying next to my and my husbands youngest daughter. She had just fallen asleep. I remember looking over at her little body laying there asleep, then I turned and faced the ceiling.

Suddenly I heard my name in my husband's voice. It was very clearly his voice. I attempted to turn and look from where I heard his voice coming from, but I felt something embrace me tight so I couldn't move. It felt airy and somewhat like cylicone and somehow held me down.

My first reaction was panic, but then I felt as though this being, was their to comfort me. I know it was my husband. I laid their eveloped in the arms of my now ghost husband until I fell asleep. When I woke up I fealt a peacful feeling.

Years later I started seeing another man, which came to be my second husband, and my soon to be ex husband, I'll call him Walter. I would go to his house and visit. While we were sitting on the couch watching movies a picture hanging above the telivision flew off of the wall and fell to the floor. Walter and I stared at eachother in shock for a moment and then he stood and reached down to pick the picture up. While he was bent over picking up the picture another picture on the wall flew off the wall. (And when I say these pictures flew off the wall I don't mean they fell, I mean the were somehow thrown forward)

These random events of things flying off the walls continued through most of our relationship. As the relationship developed I got to know Walter for who he really was, only now I was pregnant and didn't want to be by myself. I found out that he had been lieing and cheating from the start. Later he became physically abuseive. After a break up I fell for the whole, I'm sorry it will never happen again senario and went back to Walter. One night he had gone to a birthday party for a friend of his. He asked me to go, but I decided not to because I didn't like his friend. That night he was out late and I had fallen asleep. I was awaken by the lightswitch in the bathroom flicking on and off. I could actually hear it flicking on and off along with seeing the light. I threw on some shoes and went down the street to where my husband was, I went to the door and my husband's friend answered, he said he'd go get Walter. So I waited and by the looks on the faces of the people at the party I could see Walter was doing something he wasn't suppose to. Walter, drunk, high and whatever came stumbling to the door not fully dressed so it was obviouse that i had caught him cheating. Then he confessed.

So it seems my late husband was trying to warn me about the new one. If I had listened to him in the first place life would have been a lot simpler.