I am still puzzled by this event that happened in my life many years ago, and I don’t talk about it much. It’s still a pretty scary story. I have changed the names to protect my friends.
While I was in my thirties, I was working for a large retailer in Boston, Massachusetts. I became close to two other women whose names are Sara and Pat. Sara was married, Pat was divorced, and I was single. Little did we know that we would soon have a scary story to tell.
Pat’s Mom had died about a year before this event and Pat was away when her Mom suddenly died of a heart attack. Pat always felt bad that she did not get to say goodbye to her mother.
Pat was very close to her Mom as her Mom had raised her alone since her father had skipped out on them. I don’t think Pat ever knew her father, but she always talked about her mother’s “smiling eyes”.
One morning, Pat came into work and came straight to my desk to see me. She was obviously very anxious about something. She held my hand and asked me if I would go with her to visit this woman that might be able to get in touch with her Mom. I quickly asked Pat if this was a séance as I had no interest in going to one of those events. I never liked watching or listening to a scary story and I certainly was not interested in participating in one.
Pat explained that another friend of hers had an aunt who claimed to see colors around people and sometimes communicated with the dead. She contacted this woman and the woman agreed to meet with Pat on an upcoming evening. Pat quickly told me that she had also asked Sara to go along and Sara agreed.
Well, I wanted to help my friend and if Sara was going to go along, then so would I. I’m not a superstitious person and don’t know what to make of UFO’s or people who claim to be clairvoyant, but I did want to help Pat. She had been depressed since her mother died and it really did bother her that she didn’t get to say goodbye. If this meeting of the minds so to speak, would help Pat out, then I felt it was the right thing to do. I remember agreeing with the condition that if Sara chickened out, then I wasn’t going either.
Quite frankly, I was dreading this night because I didn’t know what to expect. Pat did say that Sara and I only had to be there for support. I could easily agree to that, but Boston was full of tea-leaf readers and fortune tellers and all I could think of was that this would be a let-down for Pat. I could at least be there when she realized that.
The dreaded night came and Sara, Pat, and I hopped onto Boston’s subway system to find this woman’s house. We found it and knocked on her door. The woman’s name was Audra.
Audra greeted us at the door and she wasn’t what I was expecting. She was probably in her fifties, an attractive older woman, and very cordial. She wasn’t dressed in black with black lipstick or unkempt hair like most women are in a scary story. I felt at ease meeting her.
The four of us sat down on the couch and Audra offered us a glass of wine. Audra then proceeded to introduce herself to us. She said she didn’t meet with people for money and only did this occasionally whenever a family member requested that she help someone.
Audra said that at the age of four she began to see a color around every human she met. She woke up to a color each morning and that color would tell her what kind of day she was going to have. Now, she did admit that in the beginning she thought that everyone woke up to a color and could see colors around other people. It wasn’t until later that she learned she was seeing something that no one else could see. I have to admit that this was intriguing. When Audra realized that others were not seeing what she saw, she stopped talking about the colors. Instead, she began to analyze what the colors meant to her.
I can’t remember what each color meant to her, but I do remember that she became afraid whenever she saw white around another person. White meant there was going to be a death affecting that particular person.
Audra told us that she did not see white around any one of us. That was good news. Audra then mentioned that since Pat had contacted her about this meeting, this strange fellow had begun to appear and he told Audra that his granddaughter was going to be at this meeting. Audra asked Pat, Sara, and I if we knew anything about this. We all shook our heads.
It was time to begin and Sara said she wanted to go first because she was curious. Audra and Sara left to go into the kitchen and they were gone about ten minutes. When Sara returned, she didn’t look any different; I mean, her head wasn’t on backwards or anything and she wasn’t in some kind of trance. As you can see, I was skeptical about all this and I had no interest in meeting alone with Audra.
Pat was very anxious to talk with Audra so the two of them left for the kitchen. While they were gone Sara and I chatted and Sara said that Audra was interesting but she didn’t learn anything new. Pat and Audra were gone about thirty minutes which is what I expected. Pat really wanted to question Audra and to communicate with her mother.
When they returned to living room, they both sat down and Audra asked us all again whether we knew anything about this stately gentleman that was trying to get some kind of message across to her. Audra also mentioned that whenever she ‘saw’ this gentleman, the numbers 611 also appeared. Did any of us know what those numbers meant? Again, we all shook our heads.
Audra then said that she needed to talk with me in the kitchen. Well, I really didn’t want to do this, but I felt pressured.
Audra had a cute little kitchen with one small square table against the wall where she ate her meals. I remember the tablecloth being green and yellow with flowers on it. Her husband had died several years before and she now ate her meals at this table instead of in the dining room.
Audra told me that she felt that this stately gentleman had something to do with me. She described him as being tall, thin, and very stately looking. She had asked him to go away several times but he insisted on being present at this meeting because his granddaughter was going to be there.
Now like most people, I had two grandfather’s. One grandfather I never knew because he died when my mother was sixteen years old. My other grandfather I grew up with. He lived with us in our home and died in our home when I was 17 years old. In those days, doctors made house visits and my Mom called the doctor when my grandfather began having difficulty breathing. He died a few hours later.
Audra said that this man was present now, and he was claiming that he had thirty-two or thirty-three grandchildren and this granddaughter was his favorite. Audra asked me if I was the granddaughter.
I slowly leaned forward and was now intent on Audra’s every word. Tears started flowing as they do now while I recall this event. I was totally perplexed. I almost didn’t go to this meeting because I thought it was foolish and now I’m the center of it. How could this be?
Yes, my grandfather had nine children and thirty-three grandchildren when he died. I was his favorite. I remember as a toddler sitting on his knee while he read the newspaper and smoked his pipe. He taught me the alphabet and I knew it when I was two years old. I could never get the darn “double u”, but I knew all the other letters, thanks to him.
How could Audra possibly know that he had thirty-three grandchildren and that I was the favorite? How could she have possibly known that I would be there?
Audra told me that my grandfather had one message for me; to be happy. That’s all, he just wanted me to be happy and to know he would be always with me. She told me that he would be on my left shoulder whenever I needed him. I was afraid to touch my left shoulder.
Audra questioned me on the number 611 again. I knew of no one with a phone number like that or a street address. The 611 meant nothing to me.
We went back into the living room and rejoined Sara and Pat. Audra announced that she finally figured out who the stately gentleman was but was still puzzled by the number 611 and why my grandfather was appearing when Pat wanted to contact her mother. She questioned Pat again, too. Was it her Mom’s birth date or anniversary or maybe an old address that she used to live at. None of us could figure this out.
Then Pat remembered. Pat’s mother had died on June 11th the previous year, but what did that have to do with my grandfather? He had died about ten years before this and I’m sure he had never Pat’s mother.
In my wallet, I carried a laminated obituary of my grandfather’s death. I pulled this out and looked at it. My grandfather had also died on June 11th.
As perplexing as this still is to me after all these years, I can honestly tell you that there’s no way Audra, Sara, or Pat knew anything about my grandfather. By the time I had met them, my grandfather was long gone and not a topic of discussion. I don’t talk about this event much because I’m still confused by it. I will say that this is one scary story that I’ll always remember.
Source: Personal Experience