Going thru mom to get to me

This is a very odd story, I think, but I will do my best to try and tell it.

I don't remember the year but I do remember my mother was still living here in Mn. She had a friend whose daughter had bought a house. Nice, beautiful, old style house. My mother's friend was worried about this house though.

My mother had been feeling strangely. She couldn't quite tell me what it was all about. She said she just didn't feel herself and she didn't really know what to do about it. She said she would just cry at odd times. My mother is NOT a cryer. She said she felt depressed. My mother is NOT a depressed person. So this WAS quite strange for her.

This had been going on for about a month or so. I finally was on the phone with her one night, as usual, and I told her we were going to get to the bottom of this, PERIOD! So I started talking to her. At first I saw a big round man sort of like Chris Farley. She said she didn't know who that was but didn't recall knowing anyone like that. I now think it was my Uncle whom she doesn't talk to anymore but that's a whole other story. :)

So then we started talking about her friends' kids' house. I told my mom I was visualizing this house and let me tell her what I think it looks like. I told her if you go into the house and go straight down the hallway you will go out the kitchen and down two steps. Like walk out the door and go step, step and you would be in the back yard. So from the front door all the way down the hallway thru the kitchen to the back door. I told her I saw a young man who looks like Matthew McConaughey walking down the stairs and turning right to get to the hallway to go thru the kitchen. I also told her I saw a window upstairs that looked like a veranda. My mother was VERY quiet and I asked her if I was in any way right. She said, "Yes", I was right on. Yet she was crying. I was talking about this house and she was crying. I asked her what was wrong with her and she said she had no idea why she was crying. I told her that somehow her sadness she had been dealing with was because of this house. She MUST ask her friend for me to come and look at this house and see what I get. The thing was my mother had been helping redecorate this house for about a month!

So my mother asked her friend if I could come and read the house. This friend said she would love for me to because she was worried about the baby's room. The room her daughter had picked out for the baby(who wasn't born yet) was giving her a strange feeling and she wanted to know that her grandbaby was going to be OK in this house and this room. She also knew a little bit about the house and wanted to see if I could pick up on something.

So the day was set and we went over there. The house was pretty torn up because of the remodeling but we managed. I went into the house and sure enough from the front door I could look down the hallway and see straight into the kitchen AND on my right side was the staircase. So Matthew would have had to make a right to get to the hallway and out the kitchen! If you turned left you went into the living room and then there was like another room there. I told my friend EXACTLY where a fireplace use to be. She was fascinated that I would have known that because there was no longer evidence of a fireplace! Yet I didn't pick up on the man who had died in the room with the fireplace.

The fun started when we went upstairs. It was one of those scary staircases that turns as you are going up? We entered the small hallway up there and I immediately felt drawn to the right. I was brought to a bathroom. In that bathroom was a crabby old man who did NOT want to be bothered. I decided to leave him alone. I then walked into what would be the baby's room and I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. I decided I didn't want to read that room at that time so I moved on. We went to the last biggest bedroom and there was the veranda. There was a little old lady in a rocker sitting there. She was the "grandma" and she was gentle and kind. I told my mom's friend the grandmother was fine and Matthew was fine and the crabby old man would be fine too as long as they left him alone. :)

I went back into the baby's room. I stood by one of the windows and I was just so very sad. I told my mom's friend that everything would be fine. This is a great room for a baby. The baby would be watched over greatly. There was a pregnant mom in this room. She was about 15-16yrs old. She was being "hidden" from society because of the "sin" she had done. She was so sad because noone knew where she was at and she had to live with what she had done. She was just so lonely. She was very happy to have a baby come to stay with her.

I believe this was a family of ghosts and that the young teenage mom was their granddaughter. The crabby granddad was just your typical gruff old man. Not sure who Matthew was but he was somehow part of the family.

My mom's friend was so relieved and she was happy that it was a mother in that room. She said she had felt so much sadness in that room that she was worried something bad was in there.

After I read this house my mother went back to feeling herself again. We truly believe the teenage mom was somehow giving my mom her sadness so she would get to me so I could read that house and tell her story. She just wanted someone to know she WAS there and not to be lonely anymore.

The baby to be was a little girl and she stayed in that room. I have been back to that room once more and there is happiness and peace in that room. The little girl is a precious little girl and now has a brother. :)

The way the paranormal works still astounds me.