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My wife of 18 years had left me and filled for divorce. She was my high school sweetheart and I was devastated. I am a Christian and was hanging on to false hope that she would try to save our family at some point but she never would try anything - no therapy or anything, ever.
So, anyway, I was at my sisters wedding in Mexico and my mom (who has different values lol) was encouraging me to take my wedding ring off. This was like over a year into the divorce and let’s just say my then “wife” had done a lot of unethical things in the divorce to take advantage of me.
But: nevertheless I told my mom I was committed to wearing my wedding ring until the day the divorce was completed. As I was saying that to her I was looking at and fumbling with the ring… and in that moment it literally broke off of my finger. Like the metal cracked!!
I took that as a sign that I should take it off and that my marriage was done, sadly. That was a couple years ago now. Definitely for the best.
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Long story shortened, I was at a wedding reception out on a back road in the country in Texas. Adults were inside waiting for dinner while all of the kids played out on the front lawn. Our older two kids in charge of watching the youngest, who was 4 or 5 at the time. Suddenly I started feeling sick to my stomach. Like really nauseous. We hadn’t eaten anything so I thought it was hunger, but it got worse and worse until I couldn’t ignore it any more. I went outside to get some fresh air. As I stood there I realized my youngest wasn’t with his brother and sister. I looked around and spotted him playing with some other kids near the road. I felt like I would barf if I tried to yell, so I started across the yard to him. As I did, he laid down with his upper half out into the road. I picked up my pace, got to him and picked him up. Told the other kids to get away from the road. Ten steps back across the yard, a car roared by on the road, probably doing at least 60. Way too fast to have been able to stop or avoid running over a kid in the road after cresting the little hill it had just come over. Aside from being terrified at that point, I suddenly realized my nausea had gone away. I’m 100% certain that was God getting me outside so I could save my child’s (and potentially two others) life.
What is the weirdest unsolved mystery that involved you personally?
My cousin’s 6 happy hens had a large, bright coop and a very big fenced yard to run around in. One day only 5 of them showed up for their evening feed. We searched and called everywhere for the 6th hen, but she was gone, and we figured a hawk or coyote must have got her. 3 months later, when my cousin went to let them out in the morning, she found the missing chicken, dead on the floor of the coop. It had been dead a long time, so we couldn’t tell if it was flat from being run over, or just from being dead. There was no way we could have missed seeing it in the coop if it had been there before, and from the spooked way the other hens were acting, the corpse had not been there long. The dead bird was intact. Nothing had tried to eat it, but there were tiny piles of straw on top of it as though something the size of a mouse had tried to cover it up, and something had apparently been into the small hay shed next to the coop. My cousin’s ranch is 8 miles from town. The last 2 miles are unpaved private road. Anyone approaching on foot or by car can be seen from the house, and my cousin’s watch dog always lets her know if there are strangers on the property. So what happened to that hen? Where had it been for 3 months? And why was it brought back and left inside the coop???
I have never found any rational reason for what happened to me and 2 others. It happened in the city of York (called Eboracum by the Romans)
The date? mid June 1993. Location? The Treasurer’s House near York Minster.
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The haunted Treasurer's House, York
But for you to understand what happened in 1993, I need to explain what happened in 1953.
That was the year that central heating was being installed in the house. Harry Martindale. a young apprentice plumber was working in the cellar, fastening heating pipes against the ceiling, when he heard the sound of a trumpet. Then he saw a line of Roman soldiers come out of one wall, march across the floor and disappear into another wall.
The spot where the Roman soldiers marched out of the cellar wall. (I was standing just a couple of feet towards the middle of the photo when I had my experience)
The experience so frightened Martindale that it was several weeks before he returned to his job. Many years later, excavations in the city revealed that the descriptions of the soldiers' dress given by Martindale, at first dismissed as anomalous, in fact matched those of local reserve soldiers who took over the Roman garrison when the regular soldiers began returning to Rome in the fifth century. During the course of his long life Martindale recounted his experience many times, but never changed any of the details and always refused any payment.
The story became the most famous ghost story of York. When I heard that the National Trust, who own the property, had opened up the cellar for guided tours, I took my mother along to see it. It was an extremely hot summer day in June 1993 and the cellar, although a little stuffy (it has no windows or vents) was pleasantly cool. Our guide was just telling us how the Roman road leading straight to the fort under York Minster, is still extant a few feet under the cellar floor, when my mother suddenly complained of feeling very cold. Yet she NEVER feels the cold! I was feeling cold too, but not all over. My bare feet were fine and so was the rest of me from about the waist up. It was only from about the knees to the waist that I felt numbingly cold. Yet there was no draught, the door, which was the only way in or out was shut and there were no windows or vents to cause such coldness and as I have already stated it was extremely hot weather. When the 3 of us discussed it, we all agreed that the feeling of cold was only in that area of our bodies and it was not the coldness of a draught, which blows over you., but like the cold of sitting in an unheated room or car in winter.
I will add that at no time did we see, hear or smell anything, but it was and still is inexplicable. I can’t say it was was the ghosts of the Roman soldiers, or even that it was a ghost, but there was no logical explanation (and I like to find logical explanations for things that seem inexplicable.) I have to say that we encountered ghosts.
Map of York. The octagon of the Minster points directly towards the Treaurer’s House
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