This next batch of short stories will be about the paranormal experiences I had before I met my psychic medium wife Shannon in 2001.
STORY #1 April, 1981. I wake up in the middle of the night after having a nightmare about my cousin Kirby being killed in a car accident with his Datsun 260Z. Six months later in October, my cousin Kirby is tragically killed in a car crash with his Datsun 260Z. Later that night after Kirby had passed, I am awakened around 1:30 in the morning by the sound of his 260Z coming up the gravel covered driveway at my Aunt and Uncle’s farm where Kirby lived. (Z-cars make a very distinctive sound) I hear his car door open and then close, but when I go to look, the driveway is empty. Over the coming years I avoid several car accidents that would have most likely resulted in my death, but I always had overwhelming feelings that my cousin Kirby was protecting me as my guardian angel. There are more details explained about these incidences in our book, “Living Beyond Existence-Kirby’s Gift from the Afterlife.”
Several years later I am house sitting for the same Aunt and Uncle while they’re away on vacation, so I decide to sleep in Kirby’s old bedroom but am unable to. I didn’t see or hear anything but I had an overwhelming feeling I was being watched by something in his bedroom. I kept telling myself it must be Kirby so don’t be afraid, but the creep factor got to me so much I ended up sleeping out in the family room on the couch for the rest of the week. Over the years I’ve had reoccurring dreams of Kirby communicating with me in new and different locations that made no sense. In these dreams, Kirby and I both knew he had passed from the physical world to the ethereal one and it always seemed that he wanted to tell me more but was unable to. There is also much more to these dreams, but honestly, since the channeling between Kirby, Shannon and myself in 2007, I haven’t had anymore of those dreams, and I can’t remember too much detail from those older dreams because of all of the information I was given in the 2007 channeling, which is touched upon in my next blog story titled, “Gifts From The Afterlife.”
STORY #2 In the mid 80’s, I was working at my Father and my Uncle’s Round Table Pizza in Citrus Heights, California. It was a closing shift on a weekday. It was 11pm, quiet, and a little misty outside. Another employee (who also happened to be a family friend who worked with Kirby at the pizza parlor) and I were standing outside in the empty parking lot after closing, talking about Kirby. The parking lot lights were slightly dimmed from the lite amount of fog as we both leaned against our cars telling stories about my deceased cousin. After a couple of hours reminiscing about Kirby, an extremely loud bang suddenly echoed through the parking lot startling both of us as we immediately looked towards the mailbox in front of the pizza parlor where the sound came from, which was only about fifty feet away.
Those old mailboxes from the 80’s had those heavy metal doors on them that rolled and slammed shut if you released the handle while they were in the fully opened position. There was no one over there and there was no wind, even though there is no way a wind could open one of those heavy metal doors anyway. Mike and I looked at each other shocked, and simultaneously said, “Kirby!” We were both happy, shocked, and a little freaked out, but mainly just grateful that Kirby was able to give us a sign to let us know that he was still there with us.
STORY #3 In the mid to late 80’s my psychic medium Aunt gave me two readings, and both of them turned out to be very accurate. In the first reading, my Aunt told me how miserable I was working my current job and I should quit and move on to something else. Which I did. She also told me she sees me with a monkey which made no sense to me until 2010 when my grandson was born and one of his first baby pictures was with a stuffed monkey (not a real one) which led to his nickname, Monkey Man. I helped raise him when he lived with us from age 2 to when he was almost 7.
The second reading was five years later, when she told me I would have two great loves in my life, both women would become my wives, while obviously the first marriage would not last, my aunt said it wouldn’t make it any less significant. My second marriage would last a lot longer, but that wife would be plagued with crippling health problems, which Shannon is. After my aunt passed away, I visited a psychic medium who lived down the street after my first wife left me in the late 90’s and her readings were also very accurate. She also told me that either my mother or my sister would experience a serious health problem around their chest area. She wasn’t 100% sure, but she felt pretty confident that it would be my mother who would develop the health crisis, but would also still survive it. Anyway, two months later my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. And yes… she did survive it.
STORY #4 My next paranormal experience scared the living hell out of me. It was 1993 and my father and I had started a new business. It was a Mountain Mike’s pizza in Sunnyvale California, just one block from the haunted Toys “R” Us. It was 9am and I was the first one there to open so I entered the restaurant and walked into the pitch blackness of the back room toward the breaker box to turn on the lights when suddenly the free-standing storage rack on my right side started shaking… violently! Between the metal rack, the metal equipment on it, and how loud it was banging against the wall, the noise it made was absolutely deafening! My first thought was someone had broken in and was hiding back there, and when I had walked in, they must have panicked and ran into the storage rack, so I immediately took the last two steps towards the breaker box in the dark, turned on the lights and swung around with my heart pounding and my fists up! No one! There was no one there! Surprised, I quickly grabbed the large pizza cutting knife and ran through the restaurant just to make sure I was alone! The back door was still secured and no one had gone out of the front door.
After securing the restaurant, the phone rang and when I answered it, all I heard was a low growl that really freaked me out, so I hung up the phone and sat there in my office wondering about what had just happened. Two weeks later I was in our landlord’s office to pay rent and I told him what had happened and he looked at me and said, “Sounds like the Toys “R” Us ghost was welcoming you to the neighborhood.” I said, “What are you talking about?” because I hadn’t heard of the Toys “R” Us ghost before that time. Our landlord proceeded to tell me that a few years prior, when he had hired a construction company to build an extension to the main building of the shopping center, the tenants in the smaller building (which is the building our pizza parlor was in) called him about an earthquake and reported about how the building shook really hard so he should come over and inspect it, but the problem was there was no earthquake, so our landlord thought one of the construction trucks working on the main building extension must have accidentally collided with the smaller building, so he goes over to inspect the building thinking there was going to be impact damage in the back of the building but there was none.
Our landlord then told us there are ghost reports all of the time from new businesses up and down the El Camino Real that are located by the haunted Toys “R” Us. He was just as shocked about how all of the tenants in that building reported the same type of shaking when there was no earthquake or exterior damage. Dare he blame it on the Toys “R” Us ghost? And what did I do to prevent getting the hell scared out of me again? I’ll tell you what I did, I had an electrician in there that very same day to wire up a night light so I would never have to walk back into that spooky dark room again!
STORY #5 This next story requires a little backstory to understand it. In 1963, (one month before I was born) my father, his brother along with his son, another nephew, and a family friend were in a very serious car accident when a teenager ran a red light and crushed their car between his car and a semi-truck, killing my Dad’s two nephews, which included my Uncle’s son. My Dad and his brother were both seriously injured while their family friend only had minor injuries. This accident occurred in San Jose, California, which is about 30 minutes south of Fremont where my parents lived. Now, growing up I always knew of the accident, but I never knew exactly where it happened……. Now, fast forward to 2001. My job has me driving through an area of San Jose that I’ve never been through before, when… as I drive through an intersection I hear a voice in my head say, “This is where the accident happened,” as I simultaneously got an overwhelming feeling communicating to me the same information!
After I cleared the intersection I called my Dad on my cell phone and asked him what was the name of the intersection where the car accident had happened, and my Dad said it was at 7th and Keyes. So I make a U-turn and drive back through the intersection to find that it was indeed, 7th and Keyes! As I passed through the intersection for a second time, I immediately felt it was my cousin Mack (who I obviously had never met) was the one communicating with me about the accident! As I met with my Dad later that day to discuss in person what I experienced, we both felt sorrow over the family tragedy, but we also felt grateful for the message from Mack… my cousin who I never knew before that day.
STORY #6 In 1995, my first wife and I drove to Yosemite for a day trip. We pulled off the road into a pullout inside the park towards the top of the summit before we got down into Yosemite Valley so we could do a little hiking. We parked about 20 yards from the highway, we got out and I made sure all four doors were locked on our Chevy Blazer. Just like I always do. This was not a trailhead, we were just going to hike into open country for maybe half a mile. We got about 30 yards from our vehicle when I started getting a creepy feeling from the forest ahead of us, so I stopped for a moment, looked around, and then turned around to look back at our truck, and I saw that the rear passenger door was wide open! I immediately yelled to my wife (who was ahead of me) that someone was in our truck! So we both sprinted back to find no one there and no evidence of the door being forced open. Now, what’s important for you to know is, we had never lost site of our truck. From where we were, we could see everything. Our Blazer, the entire pullout, and the highway, and we neither heard nor saw anyone or anything that could have opened our truck door without being seen or heard! Afterwards, we were both kind of creeped out by it, so we decided to leave and just drive into the valley instead. I actually felt a little relieved because of the creepy vibes I was getting from the forest.
So what was it? A guardian angel protecting us from the eerie forest by distracting us with the opening of our truck door? I guess we’ll never know.
STORY #7 This last story really isn’t a paranormal one. But it still has an unexplained aspect to it that really creeped me out. In 1997, I drove to Pinnacles National Park for a hike. I set out on one of the hiking trails and got about half a mile in, when I started to get an uneasy feeling. But I brushed it off and kept walking. After about 30 feet, my uneasy feeling started to turn into a creepy feeling, so I stopped and looked around, which included suspiciously looking both up and down the hiking trail. Nothing. No one was around me because I was on the eastern side of the park, which was the least visited side. So again, I brushed off the unwanted feeling and kept walking. After about 20 steps, my hair stood up on the back of my neck and I got an immediate feeling that I was being watched! So I stopped again, looked around, and still couldn’t see or hear anything close to me, so I reluctantly walked on, except this time I had only taken two steps before I looked up at the peaks of where I was hiking to and immediately heard, “If you go up there, you won’t be coming back down.” And those words were coming from inside of me! I stopped and started to get really angry because I really wanted to hike to the top, but my gut, my intuition, my inner alarm system, or my whatever you want to call it, said no. So I started back down the trail to the parking lot and eventually forgot about this whole incident.
Until I heard a popular author being interviewed on a late nite radio program around 2011 or 2012 about mysterious disappearances in state & national parks. And that’s when it hit me! It suddenly hit be! I remembered my attempted hike up towards the Pinnacles. And then I immediately thought, “If I had kept going, could I have ended up as a missing person in one of those books about people mysteriously disappearing in the woods!” Possible? I guess I’ll never know the truth to this one, either.