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Kind of on the periphery of my social circle, a lot of my friends knew him. Oh, you two should meet, folks would say. You guys would get along so great. Okay, whatever, whatever, whatever. But finally, one Sunday morning at a backyard brunch, he comes through. And they're all smiling at this guy. Acting all happy and huggy when he spreads love. They introduce him to me. Firm handshake, eye contact, big grin.
The whole charade, but I don't pay it any never mind because instantly I know deep down in my soul, I know that this guy is a monster. I know it. I know it like I know the sun's going to rise in the morning. I know it. So yeah, I shake his hand. Nice to meet you. I don't say anything. I don't let him know I see his truth because I've got all the time in the world. He's going to slip up. True color is going to come out. So I wait.
Some people even ask me, "Seems like you don't like him." Whatever gave you that idea? I don't know what you're talking about. Then I go back to Michigan for an event. Go out for pizza and beer with some old friends from high school and I freeze.
When I see a man working behind the counter and I have a flashback, this is the same kid who shoved me in a garbage can in seventh grade. The guy who literally waited in the bushes to beat me up and take my lunch money. The guy who painted the N word on my locker and jammed pencils into my lock in high school so I couldn't get my stuff out right before a big exam. But that's not what's crazy. What's crazy is that this guy looks an awful lot like that dude back home.
And now I know why I hated him at first glance. It wasn't him. It was me. Transference based on a superficial resemblance. My certain intuition, my premonition was wrong. And it almost cost me dearly because since then, this guy Cisco has become one of my best and closest friends.
One of my deepest male relationships. And I almost missed out on our friendship because he kind of looks like my childhood tormentor. And I tell you this as someone who's learned to trust his inner voice. Someone that pays attention to signs that others might discard. Intuition, premonition, that sudden apprehension, the sixth sense. I listen to it. I heed it. Which is great. Until it isn't. Spookstiles.
Signs, wonders. We all want to know what the future holds. We all want this peak over the mountaintop. And our next storyteller has asked to remain anonymous. But let me just tell you a little bit about her. She was very close to her grandparents as she grew up. In fact, they lived right around the corner from the home she shared with her mother and father. My grandfather was, he was very loving. He talked a lot to my mom because he would come over in the morning and they would sit
at the kitchen table and have a cup of coffee before they started their day. Tuesdays, he would go to the local bread company because they would give away these little bread samples. And I liked cute little things, and he'd always pick me up one. So Tuesday was bread day. I was sick a lot as a kid, and I was in bed a lot. My bedroom was right off the kitchen, and he'd pop his head in to see how I was doing. He'd give me a nod and a thumbs up.
We were very close and after he passed away, I felt a huge hole was just ripped out of my life. I would hide in the closet and not talk to anybody because there was nothing to say. I was just really sad and depressed. My mom was sad, my dad was sad, the world was just sad. One night, I just couldn't sleep. And then I just felt something.
I can't say if it was a breeze or just a mental feeling. But I looked up and in the doorway was my grandfather. How he had always been, wearing his clothes, poking his head in. He had a smile. He gave me the thumbs up that he used to give me when he was around. And he winked and then he withdrew. And I ran to the doorway and there was nothing there.
And then I felt better. I was still sad, but I wasn't depressed. I told my grandma. She said that she had seen him too. And she said that it was a good thing not to worry, not to be scared by it. It was his way of coming back to let the people who were still here know that he was okay. After my grandfather passed,
My grandmother moved in with my family. I was in first grade. And because we had a smaller house, she moved into my room and we shared a room together for several years. It was less authority figure and a child and it morphed a little bit into girlfriends.
Because at night, she would talk to me. Talk about hopes, dreams. We kind of became just chatty. During the morning hours, she would ask me about outfits, what to wear. She would provide fashion tips. For instance, if you find a pair of shoes of one color that you like, it's better to buy all five. If you have...
a workhorse, it's always better to buy a backup. Or she would sit at the kitchen table and apply her makeup and always say, "Now always wear lipstick. You may not feel good on the inside, but nobody wants to see that, so look good on the outside." By the time I was in my early 30s, I was already moved out of the house. I had been working. I got married. My husband lived in a different city. I moved to his city.
And I just didn't see her as much. We flew in to spend Christmas and New Year's with my family. And it was probably a day or two after Christmas. There wasn't anything scheduled or planned. Everyone was just sitting around talking, watching television. And I was sitting on the couch with my grandmother. And she was just different.
Usually she's the focus of the room. She's the family matriarch. She has opinions. She gives them freely and people listen. But she was very quiet, very pale. She wasn't part of the conversation. She wasn't bubbling. So I asked her how she was feeling. What was the matter? She says that she's tired. And I said, I'm sorry to hear that.
"Are you sick? Have you been getting enough sleep?" And she said, "No, not like that. I'm just tired. I'm done. I'm alone." She named off some of her friends who had passed away. She said, "I miss your grandfather, and I think it's time. I'm ready to move on." So I was very taken aback by that because I didn't want her to feel that way.
And I asked her, "What do you mean? How do you know?" She looked at me and she said, "I saw myself. I had on your grandfather's watch." And I pointed to it and I was happy. And I know that it's time. She saw herself in another room of the house where she was alone. She saw herself standing in front of her.
My grandfather's watch, she had it. She was wearing it. It was a watch she had given to him, his watch he was buried with. She just saw it as that was a gift between them, and that was a symbol for her. I was very scared of what would happen next. I didn't want her to do anything, to speed up or to take matters in her own hands. I was just quiet.
It sat with me because I believed her. I didn't question it because I saw myself, too. At the time, it's my last year of grad school. I am going to Germany to visit a friend. Part of me wished that he was a little bit more than a friend. So I was kind of excited that he had invited me to come visit him.
So over the summer, I had looked into flights. I had found a flight that would have taken me first to Switzerland and then to Germany. I started packing three weeks before the trip. And I did some shopping and bought a new pair of shoes. I got an outfit for the plane. A pair of those Abercrombie boyfriend jeans. This white button-down shirt. And this...
Black cardigan, like knit blazer. I thought it looked kind of funky. A bit of a wrinkle and I thought it would make me a little bit more proper. Maybe I'd have a chance of getting an upgrade if I didn't accuse it as a blanket. I kind of went about it strategic because I wanted to look good. It's two weeks before the trip. I generally went to bed at 10 o'clock, 10.30. But just something was wrong.
bothering me. I didn't know if I'd forgotten something for work, if I was worried about school. I was going through all the things that potentially could be in the back of my head that would cause me to not be able to sleep and nothing. One o'clock, two o'clock in the morning, I decided to get up. Left my bedroom, went into the bathroom, splashed some water on my face, had a drink of water. I
And I felt a little bit more at ease. I didn't feel so restless. So I thought, I don't know what it was. Let it go, count sheep. It's about probably four or five steps from the bathroom door into the bedroom. And when I walk into the room and I turn, I saw myself. Sitting on the bed was me. I was sitting on my bed. I was sitting on my bed.
But more than that, it was a really weird, awful me because I was wearing an outfit, the one that I had bought to wear on the airplane. And I had never worn it before and I was wearing it, but it was, like, there were burn marks all over it. And then me, I was wet and my hair was, like, all raggedy and my face was...
and I was opening my mouth as if I was trying to talk, but no sounds were coming out. It was almost like a fish, you know, open, close, open, close. I was just hit by this wave of sadness and dread and regret. It was surreal. It was me.
every part of it, just as if I was looking in a mirror, but a weird, twisted mirror. I was scared. I didn't know if my mind was going or what. Is this happening? But I wasn't dreaming. I took a step back. I kind of blinked my eyes, shook my head, and then over. Everything was back the way it was. It was just my bed.
It was just my room. I looked all around too. I looked under the bed, looked behind the curtains. Was someone playing a trick on me? Was it a prank? I ran into the living room and the outfit was right where I had left it on the edge of the couch, straightened out, tag still on it. Jeans, shirt, laser. One of the first things that popped into my head was don't get on that flight.
The flight I had booked, I knew that something bad would happen if I got on that plane. I bought it, and then I set it to nothing, just out in the air. I verbalized, I am not getting on that flight. And once I set it, I felt better because then I went to bed. I went to sleep, and I felt right to sleep. When I got up in the morning, there was nothing.
No indication of anything that had happened the night before. I took a shower, made some breakfast, and I turned on my computer and I started to look at alternate flights. And I priced out a new itinerary that had me leaving on the same day, flying pretty much the same flight.
And with canceling the flight that I had, rebooking this new flight, it was a $50 savings. So I actually came out ahead. I called my friend, said, hey, I bought a new flight. I explained it to him by saying, I wasn't feeling the other flight. And this came up and it's a lot less expensive.
He said, oh yeah, no, totally understand. We'll work it out. That's fine. I'm happy you're still coming. I was worried that you were going to say you weren't coming. It's weird. I didn't think don't go on the trip. My thought was don't get on that flight. I didn't think anything more of it. The day the trip starts, I had to take two planes. I had a layover in London and when we got there,
To London, you have the televisions at various spots. I noticed that there are some people who look upset who are watching the television. The flight attendants are off to my side with their heads together, conversing. And I walk over to one of the televisions and it's a report on a plane that had
gone down while our plane was in the air and it was the flight that I was supposed to be on. There was a fire on the plane and it lost altitude and it crashed into the ocean and that's kind of how I had that. My clothes were burnt but I was wet sitting on the bed. I didn't have a lot of
to stand there and process because I had to catch another flight that was in a different building. I watched as much as I could and then I just hurried on to the bus or shuttle. I don't even remember what it was that took me to the next terminal. Got in line, got on the flight and just was tired, sad, dumbstruck. What do you do? There's nothing you can do. And then when I got there,
to Germany and my friend picked me up. I said, "Did you see what happened?" And he said, "No, what happened?" I said, "That flight I was on, it crashed." And his response was, "Wow, your frugalness saved you." I think people, you know, graveyard gallows humor try to make the most of it. Once it was out in the open, there wasn't anything really left to say. He's like, "Well, I'm glad you're here." I'm glad I'm here too. Nine years later, my grandma was confiding
In me, she saw herself. And I just understood that. I respected her privacy, that if she had wanted to tell someone, she would have talked to my mom, she would have talked to my sister. But for whatever reason, I was the person she confided in, and I kept her confidence. She had a stroke two months later. It's as if she didn't fight it. Her vitals never got better. She was moved into hospice care.
I sat down next to her bed, talked to her, you know, said goodbye. She passed privately, which is what she wanted. I didn't tell anybody that I saw myself. They all think I was a cheapskate. I've never really talked about it. I told everybody it was to save $50. And that's the story that everybody knows. It wasn't just to save $50. It was because of what I saw and
What did I see, what I saw, and no one else saw anything? Or did people see it and ignore it? So I don't really bring it up because you want to make people feel uncomfortable. And I wasn't going to say, oh, I was really on the flight. I saw it happen. It doesn't make any sense to anybody but me who it happened to. I like to say that in my interactions with people, it's made me a kinder person. I don't know that it has changed.
Or that I'm going to take better care of my body. My addiction to Pop-Tarts probably would lead to a different conclusion. And you want to say that something like that changed you so fundamentally. It doesn't. There's certain things you can change, certain things you can be mindful of. Life, things happen. Sometimes my grandma would say stuff happens for a reason. And I always hated when she said that because what was the reason for it? I think it's more just...
Things happen and we don't have a good explanation for it. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much for sharing your story, folks. Today's storyteller is a spook lister who reached out to tell us her story. We love hearing your stories. If you have one to tell, reach out spooked at snap judgment.org. The original score for that story was by Leon Morimocho. It was produced by Chris Hambrick.
Now, spooksters, we walk this path together. Spooked Season 6. Do you yourself possess an inexplicable? Do you have contact with forces beyond the normal realm of experience and you can't tell anyone about it? Tell me, because I want to know. Spooked at SnapJudgment.org because there is nothing better than a spooked story from a spooked listener. Let us know. Spooked at SnapJudgment.org. And to tell the dark side that you spooked,
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Except of course for Mark Ristich. He believes anything the Magic 8 Ball says. There's Anna Sussman, Chief Spookster Eliza Smith, Chris Hambrick, Annie Nguyen, Lauren Newsome, Leon Morimoto, Davey Kim, Renzo Gorio, Teo Ducat, Marissa Dodge, Zoe Fregno, Tiffany DeLisa, Ann Ford, Doug Stewart, and Isaiah Sims. The Spook theme song is by Pat Massini-Miller. My name is from Washington. And you may have heard it said that not just people
But spirits, shades, specters, entities, djinn are all attracted to a warm heart. Some go further to suggest that thoughts, feelings, memories, sensations can also travel of their own accord with their own agendas. There are very few means we have to filter out the benign from the evil. Which is why I suggest to use the most basic tool we do have and never, ever forget.
Never, ever, never, ever, never blasts.