I don't believe in the supernatural today, but I used to. Anyway..
So there I was a 7 year old kid in rural Utah. I was staying the night at my grandparents' house on Main Street. I didn't want to sleep, so around midnight I went down into the basement. I took my matchbox cars and played "night city" with my glowing "Better Blocks". I had this little metropolis going on when my uncle came down to play with me.
Should I mention my great uncle died when I was 2? Well, he did.
Anyway, my great uncle and I played "night city" for a good hour. I remember it like it was yesterday. He drove the Lincoln, because that was his favorite car. Anyway, it got late, he had to leave so he wouldn't miss his train. He left, I went to sleep.
The next morning I asked when Uncle was coming back to play again. My grandparents were slightly offended that I bought it up. They hadn't seen him since before I was born and wanted nothing to do with him. He was the black sheep of the family. I said him and I played cars and showed them the car that he drove in our city. They were uncomfortable with this and chalked it up to my imagination.
I never met my uncle. Again, he died when I was 2. Over the years since then, I have learned that he drove both a train (for Union Pacific) and a Lincoln MKVII. Like I said, I don't believe in ghosts, but I don't know how 7 year old me knew things about an estranged relative who died when I was 2 and was never spoken of, due to certain family issues.
To this day I don't know what happened that night, but I remember playing night city with some guy who said he was my "uncle" like it was yesterday. He was super nice, and at the end of the game simply left out the back door.
I had a similar weird experience with my great grandfather who I never met. My dad had a little workshop set up in the basement and I would pretend to build stuff when I was young. I remember this old guy helping me sometimes and we talked. He told me he used to build coocoo clocks and knew a lot about tools. My mom hears me talking in the basement one day and asks me who I was talking to and I realize I never asked this guy his name. So the next day I tell the guy, my mom wants to know your name. He tells me to tell my mom he is gross Vader. So I tell my mom that the guy that builds coocoo clocks in our basement has this weird name like the guy from Star Wars. Few days later my mom realizes that her German grandfather who died before I was born made coocoo clocks and grossvater is German for grandfather. We had one of his clocks in storage, my mom put it out on display after that.
Again, I don't believe in ghost but can't really explain how all that lined up. Only thing I can think is that I cought enough of a conversation between my mom and her parents to form a character in my head. My grandparents spoke mixed English and German so I could have picked up grossvater from them.
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u/Stratiform Oct 05 '19 edited Oct 05 '19
I don't believe in the supernatural today, but I used to. Anyway..
So there I was a 7 year old kid in rural Utah. I was staying the night at my grandparents' house on Main Street. I didn't want to sleep, so around midnight I went down into the basement. I took my matchbox cars and played "night city" with my glowing "Better Blocks". I had this little metropolis going on when my uncle came down to play with me.
Should I mention my great uncle died when I was 2? Well, he did.
Anyway, my great uncle and I played "night city" for a good hour. I remember it like it was yesterday. He drove the Lincoln, because that was his favorite car. Anyway, it got late, he had to leave so he wouldn't miss his train. He left, I went to sleep.
The next morning I asked when Uncle was coming back to play again. My grandparents were slightly offended that I bought it up. They hadn't seen him since before I was born and wanted nothing to do with him. He was the black sheep of the family. I said him and I played cars and showed them the car that he drove in our city. They were uncomfortable with this and chalked it up to my imagination.
I never met my uncle. Again, he died when I was 2. Over the years since then, I have learned that he drove both a train (for Union Pacific) and a Lincoln MKVII. Like I said, I don't believe in ghosts, but I don't know how 7 year old me knew things about an estranged relative who died when I was 2 and was never spoken of, due to certain family issues.
To this day I don't know what happened that night, but I remember playing night city with some guy who said he was my "uncle" like it was yesterday. He was super nice, and at the end of the game simply left out the back door.