Off and on within this career, I’ve seen and or felt a presence at various estates.
One such time soon after arriving at a house just outside the hub of St. Louis city, it happened again!
I instructed some of my crew to work in the basement and another lady to work with me in the shotgun side of a 2-bedroom home. This estate was packed to the gills! This meant we had to stay focused in one area, pulling out all items within a room as usual, but this one had so much that it took extra days to finish.
After about two hours we pulled out and set up all items in the the living room where the entrance door was. Subsequently, we moved to the adjoining dining room. Again we took all items from the very full china cabinet, buffet, side shelves and table tops to neatly begin setting up items on the dining room table and a table I carried in.
Just about the time all items were out and the setting up began, I felt a presence, looked over my right shoulder and turned around to see a dark whoosh at the entry door! I saw a male figure wearing a red and black plaid shirt that quickly darted into the home and vanished just as quickly!
I turned to my co-worker and exclaimed what I saw. She calmly said, again?
Yes, again! This time the entity was certainly male wearing a red and black plaid shirt. It kind of looked like a loggers shirt made of flannel and then he disappeared.
She went on about her work, not fazed by my vision because it’s happened quite a few times over the almost 26-years in this business.
I knew in my heart he was worried about his wife. He left this life the year before, which the estate lawyer handling the estate informed me. And the lawyer added that the wife was in a retirement/assisted living establishment and was doing okay.
This too is an important element of this true story, that we only handled the three rooms that first day, when inside, on the left side of this house. The living room, the dining room and a back bedroom. In these three rooms I noted several family photos perched on shelves and on the walls of a man and woman in business attire. No plaid shirts were visible in any photo. But I knew this entity was certainly the late husband.
The basement was so full that the worker downstairs pulled out some of the items on one side as well. We generally work from 10 a.m. till 4 p.m., which is what we did this Tuesday.
When I went home that evening, I knew I had to talk to this entity the following day and devised what I’d say to him.
The next day, Wednesday, my crew and I entered the house once more to continue with the setup. I directed the workers to various rooms and or the basement and went back into the living room for the one-sided chat.
I stood at the entrance where he came through the day before. I noted a slight coolness in the air, was he there? I believed so.
Sir, I saw you here yesterday and I felt you’re worried about your wife. I’ve handled numerous sales over the years and will make sure your contents bring as much as possible to help your wife. I learned she is in a retirement/assisted home and is well taken care of. Yes, I know she misses you as much as you miss her. And I feel you’ll be reunited soon.
With that statement the temperature raised and I felt he almost nodded a thank you as his energy left.
It was divine, to say the least!
Now what happened next clinched the deal that it was in fact the husband. I sent the lady worker to the kitchen at the back of the right side of the home to work and I entered the front bedroom. Here I began pulling many beautiful quilts from the trunk to set them up on the now cleaned off mattress (a staging point). After which I went to the closet, opened the door to find…..a closet full of plaid shirts!
I kid you not! There were thirty or forty plaid shirts in that small closet! I searched for one like I saw and found many red and black plaid shirts and one was actually made of flannel!
Yes indeed, that entity was the husband!