So, one Friday after work and school, we paint the smallest bedroom and head down to the dining room. “I don’t think we have enough paint for this after the bedroom,” my son says. So I teach him how to estimate paint needed, based on square footage, minus doors and windows (and a set of built-in hutches). We have enough, I tell him, and I seal the paint because we are going away overnight. Yes, of course we did. And we did it the night before. So if you hadn’t been in the house at all, you wouldn’t know that. And I guess you liked the color so much that you took the rest of the paint to your house for who knows what.
I will share some of my real life experiences with ghosts or spirits. Back in July 1973, I was sleeping on my bed at night in my bedroom when I felt myself being physically woken up. I became awake and saw nothing out of the ordinary. But then I strongly sensed the presence of my deceased mother: Marie Bzyk Paslow. And I can hear her telling me to awaken. Soon afterward, the mediumistic activity stopped. As I was still very tired, I was resting on the bed for quite a while. Then, the sun came up. After still being in bed, in the wee hours of an early sunny morning, my dad, Albert Florian Paslow, walked in my room and told me he just had an experience where my deceased mother woke up him and he strongly sensed her presence and heard her telling him to get up.