Re: I just don't know
Well, since I've never been accused of being too bright, I guess it won't hurt my reputation to post one of my "experiences" here. My oldest son, (now 26) went to school about a mile from where I worked, (my youngest, now 14, was yet to be born), and since we both had to be in town within 30 minutes of each other, I would drop him off on the way to work each day. We live in a small house about 120 years old, and it was winter at the time. I would dress before waking him, then while shaving, I would roust him out as to let him sleep as long as possible. He was never one to turn over and go back to sleep, so I'd wake him and finish getting ready for the day while he dressed. One morning, as I was shaving, he came running into the bathroom, shaking and scared to death! "Daddy, oh, Daddy!' he said, as he threw his little arms around my legs. He was about 8 at the time. Well, I thought he must have had a nightmare, so I said " Son, you have to finish getting dressed for school, or we'll be late, buddy!" "I was, Dad", he replied, "See?" and pointed to his feet, which had only one sock on. I asked him what was wrong and he said he heard "voices" in his room! "No, no!" I said. I told him he must have fallen asleep again and started dreaming. He shook his head violently and said he heard someone whisper quite loudly: "Emmit! Hey, Emmit!", several times while putting on his socks! I asked him where it came from, and he said right beside him. Since there is a window at the foot of his bed, I thought maybe someone was outside, trying to scare the child. At the time, there were no houses around for about half a mile, but who knows? So I went and got my automatic pistol, threw in a magazine, and told him we would check outside, by his window. My thought was to show him no one was there, and his imagination was a tad strong. I went outside and locked the door behind me, telling him not to open it unless I gave him the password. It had snowed about an inch the night before, and sure enough, there was no sign of tracks around the house. Went back in, took him to school, ect... and forgot all about it. Maybe two years later, I met an old guy whose family used to deliver milk to the older folks in the area, and thought to ask him if he knew the folks who lived in my house back then. Yes, he delivered milk to Gus and his wife as a youngster. I asked if Gus was the only name the old man went by, he said yes. So, just to be thourough, I asked what his wife's name was. You could have knocked me down with the proverbial feather when he replied, Emmy!! Come to find out, she passed away in my son's bedroom, and all I can figure is he heard Gus trying to wake her when he found her dead!! Emmit is not a name a child in the '90's should have even known, however, at a loud whisper, it's not hard to think he mistook "Emmy" for "Emmit"!!! As they say, believe it or not! No one outside our family has ever been told this. Regards, Richard.
Anyway, we'll make do! 
Rich!
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