posted on Oct, 11 2021 @ 04:24 PM
Just had the freakiest thing happen to me. It resembles an episode of The Twilight Zone. This is a long post, but you’ll see why.
Literally just two minutes ago, I got a phone call. The number on the screen of my iPhone said WITS3. I don’t even know how that’s possible, as
opposed to a phone number or name. Normally, I wouldn’t have answered. I thought it might be a local news channel and couldn’t figure out why a
news channel would want to talk to me, so I was curious. There IS no “WITS3” news in this area—or any other that I’m aware of. So I
picked it up and answered.
I said “Hello?” No answer. “Hello?” Another pause and a little static. The caller started to say something. My third “hello” cut her
off, and then she came through. It was my sister, Beth. I instantly recognized her voice and the way she said “hi”. But the
freakiest thing is this:
My sister Beth died last February..
I SWEAR on my puppies life it was HER voice. The way she spoke, the cadence, the timbre…. She said “Hi!. This is Be—“ and the call cut
off and I got a busy signal. I was stunned. I went out for a cig and thought “I must be losing it”. I came back in and checked the recent calls
on my phone. Sure enough, there it was: (incoming) WITS3, at 4:21 Eastern time. So I hit call back. Wouldn’t you know it? I got a prerecorded
message that said the number was not a working number.
I # you not, this has got me rattled.
I had a communication from my Grandma after she passed away, from a third party I only ever said ‘hi’ to in passing. Turns out this third party
[a colleague of my then wife] was ‘sensitive’ and stopped my wife one night as she was leaving work to ask her some questions. He said someone
who’d passed on within the year had gotten his attention —he mentioned two names, one of which was my Grandmas name—and wanted my wife to ask ME
some questions only I would know the answer to. Of course, my wife was smart enough not to confirm my grandmothers name, only that someone in the
family had passed away earlier in the year.
Here’s the thing: at the time, I was deployed overseas. Someone routinely smuggled alcohol into our camp. If I’d been caught drinking (in a
combat zone no less), I could’ve been in some SERIOUS trouble with the authorities. AND my wife. I didn’t want her to worry, so I never brought
up the fact that I’d get a snoot of liquor or beer once in a while when I was over there. Never mentioned it to her.
Now, I’ve always believed in life after death, but I didn’t fully believe, having never been there. But Granny removed all doubt. The
third party said that the person talking to him (“an older woman”) kept asking my wife to ask ME “how many bottles?” and that the answer was
“three”. My wife and her colleague had no clue what any of that meant, but my wife promised she’d ask me next time I called.
So when I called her a few days later, she asked the questions she promised she would. She didn’t tell me the back story, she just made me promise
I’d answer honestly. She must’ve figured out I had access to alcohol, because she kept pestering me to answer the question: was I drinking
overseas? I kept trying to play it off and not answer the question, but finally broke down and answered her honestly when she asked “how many
bottles of beer do you drink every week?” She literally dropped the phone and moaned when I said “Three.” A very loooooong silence followed.
I thought the phone had gone dead. Then in a trembling voice, she explained everything.
So when I hear my dead sisters voice on the phone, I don’t go screaming out of the house never to return. But I’m still shaken.