There Arrives a Visitor

Unexpected Guest

Working on a project the other day reminded me about an incident that happened to my sister and her daughter a few months back. My sister was just getting up for the day, stepping out into the hallway from the shower toward the kitchen when she noticed one of her two cats rather “guarding” the doorway she stood in and growling in a very unrecognizable manner, fur on end, staring out toward the living room.

sense of danger

Her defenses went up immediately as she peeked around the corner to see what or whom the cat was reacting to, but noticing only the other cat halfway across the room acting in the same scared manner. The alarming part being that they weren’t having a fight with each other, they were focusing on something between the two of them that my sister wasn’t able to see. She told me the sense of danger felt so strong she expected a person had actually broken into her house.

So she reached around the corner, grabbed the phone and backed down the hallway to the bedroom where her daughter was sleeping. Only a second longer, before she heard the cat bolt into the room and stop, still acting in the same way but now staring at the closed door. The racket made her daughter wake up straightaway quickly asking what was going on. My sister told her she thought an invisible person was out there. But not being sure since it felt so real, she waited in the room for a minute collecting her thoughts. Then realized she couldn’t hear anyone out there.

Everyone calmed down a bit. They opened the door and the cat was now focused suspiciously on the adjacent exit doorway but it hadn’t been moved, so they walked down the hallway just to make sure that the back entrance off the living room was still locked and closed and that no real person had been in there and gone. All still locked up tight.

warrior

My sister told me the story step by step and the whole while she was telling it I could see the invisible person (ghost/spirit) who was there. No wonder he caused such a stir. He was a young Sioux warrior, wandering the wooded area they lived in, walking along the creek and just decided to pass through their home not intending to stay. (And seemingly just as afraid and confused as they were). I could see his movements through the house as she was telling about hers and when she got done I told her about him. I included the part about when they decided to go back to the living room that the warrior had prodded at my niece on the side as she walked past that doorway (where the cat had been staring suspiciously at) with a spear he had in hand.

There was the validation. My sister had forgotten to tell me this part while she was replaying the story – that her daughter said something sharp had poked her in the side when they left the bedroom.

As it’s been awhile since the encounter; he hasn’t been back there, or at least not while they’ve been around. Hopefully he’ll find his way home.