I opened my front door the other night, it must have been around two am to let the dog in and off his chain. (he's grounded. He decided to go and visit his girlfriend a mile away.) Anyhow, I had put him on the chain and within ten minutes he began to howl. I mean, deep down in the gut howling. He then would bark a high pitched short bark. I figured maybe there was a coyote or something in the field. I opened my front door...and about pissed myself.
The storm window was all fogged up. So I took my hand to wipe it off and there was a face staring back at me. I gotta tell ya, I jumped back and about tinkled on myself. No one expects someone to be standing on their dark front porch at two am. When I caught my breath, he was gone. Murphy was still at the bottom of the stairs pitching an unearthly fit. I crossed myself. Said a quick 'get away from me' phrase and opened the storm door slowly. Murphy took some coaxing to come up the steps but finally did. We slammed the door and stood there staring at each other.
Murphy kept hoping around on his toes whining. I know he had been totally freaked out.
Once we both were calmed down we went to bed. I for some reason as I dozing off thought "I wonder what it would have been like living in this house long ago?" stupid thought.
I slept immediately and in my dream I saw the rancher/cowboy who had just made his presence known to me shortly before my sleep.
I could see him walking around the front of my house. It was daytime, summer like outside. He had on the same wide brimmed brown ranchers hat and overall/coverall type jeans. He had a rifle or shotgun some sort of long gun carrying it in the crook of his right arm. He looked stern, but not angry. As he came around the front of the house towards my front porch I heard him say loudly and with authority "GET AWAY!" I woke up shaking. My hands and body were shaking uncontrollably.
The more I thought about him, I thought his name was maybe John. But now I'm thinking Mac. But I'm not sure. I haven't seen him since. But Murphy has. And he doesn't know what to think of him. He barks an alert and whines a lot when he's around. I don't blame him. I surely didn't see this one coming either.
He's the type of spirit where I'm not sure if he's a ghost or a recurring memory that keeps playing. But, I have felt the knowledge that he had a gun with him because of some sort of animal. Maybe he had been hunting coyotes or wolves or something. And that is why he was telling whomever to GET AWAY. A kid? a dog? not sure. But Murphy would rather him not be around. We'll have to see what else he has to say. At this point I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt that he's not here to scare or hurt me.
The phrase he said with authority GET AWAY. Could have several meanings. Was he trying to tell me to get away from something or someone in this life? Not sure yet.
I've thought of going to the historical society to see if I could find anything, but to be honest I'm not really all that sure that I would want to know. What would I do if I found out he maybe had killed his wife in my living room or something? shit. Maybe that's what that big stain in on my hardwood floor. Lol. No, I'm sure that's not it.
I'm not sure I like this new 'seeing' more stuff the guides told me was coming. They woke me up a few weeks ago telling me "it's time to see. It's time to move to the next level." I'm not so sure I want too.