44. Big Black Coffin
When I was little, the woman that came to clean my house—I’ll call her Mary—was also my babysitter while my parents were working. Usually, after she finished cleaning she would bring me to her house until my mom would come and pick me up. There, during the year, I got to know her whole family, among these was her husband, who I’ll call Dave.
So Dave was a pretty cool guy. He was just the average older guy you would find in any rural town. He liked to drink with his friends at the bar, go hunting and he had a lot of good and interesting stories to tell me when I was a kid. After all these years that we spent together, he basically considered me as a grandson.
So, after knowing Dave for a few years I had a dream one night. In the dream, Mary was coming to my house to clean as she did every other week, but this time there was a big difference. In my living room, there was a closed black coffin. When I asked her what was in there she looked at me and said in a sad tone: “Dave is inside there.”
Now if that wasn’t strange enough, I remember waking up later that night and feeling a presence to the side of my bed, and I distinctly remember having said, while still being half asleep: “Come on Dave, let me get back to sleep.” The next morning when I woke up, my parents told me that Mary had called saying that Dave had died that night.
To this day I still haven’t told anyone about it, and I am still a bit freaked out from the whole story.