Witnesses With Proof: Calls from the Dead, Memory Transplants, Children Who Wait

My father came on home the night he died. My mom was laying in bed, and she heard his vehicle pull up, heard his steps coming up the porch and into the house. Then she heard him lay down on the sofa, as was often his habit when he came in late, then he let out a big sigh. This was a little after 3:00 am. The next thing she knew, she was waking up to pounding on the front door, just before 5:00 am, it was law enforcement letting her know he was gone. She had a really hard time believing it at first, because she knew she heard him return home, and it turned out she heard him come home just minutes after he had to have crashed his vehicle and died. She thinks it was so quick, he didn’t realize he was dead, and he finished his journey home that night. He died about a mile from the house.

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I work for my local police department. In our city we had a haunted house that was once an insane asylum. Abandoned. Worn down. Unused. No electricity. No water. Just a rotting unused creepy house. We used to receive 911 calls from the disconnected landline at the house. Nobody on the line. The city had it destroyed and a priest bless the property.

My brother passed away about 6 years ago. I started receiving messages from his old phone number several months ago. They would be short messages, like "are you okay?" or "is everything all right?". Of course, eventually I responded. The first couple times I responded I received no response back. Eventually I got a response from someone saying I just got this phone number and I haven't messaged you anything. It turns out my brother's phone number had been out of service all those years and had finally just been recycled to a new person. Verizon's computer system popped out a few messages my brother had sent me the day he passed. Those messages had been bouncing around in Verizon's computer system for years and were probably the last things he said to anyone. It was a crazy feeling, almost like I got to talk to him one last time. I miss you Walter. I'll see you when my chores are through. 🙏

My dad passed in 1981. About a month later the phone rang. I answered. The static was unbelievable and was living in the suburbs. We never got static like that. In the background.someone was calling my name, barely hearable, like from a great distance. It was my dad's voice. Undeniable. I tried talking, saying hello several times, but no response except my name. After 3 or 4 times, nothing but static. To this day, I think my dad tried to let me know he was ok. My dad passed at 51. I sure miss him

We are Costa Rican but my oldest brother lived for decades in Portland, Oregon with his wife. He was diagnosed with leukemia and he went through all kinds of treatments for years. In a scientific hospital in Portland, they did a cell transplant from another one of my brothers; the doctors said they were almost 100% compatible, as if they were the same person. It was a fairly simple procedure, similar to a blood transfusion. After my oldest brother got the cell transplant, he kept telling the doctors he had lived in Russia during the 70s, he could speak Russian and other things that actually had happened to my other brother. It was only for like a day, but I have always been impressed with that story.

As someone who works at one of the largest heart programs in TX, I can confirm these heart patients stories are real and mind blowing. Some of my lung patients experience this too.

My father passed away and I held him down while he took his last breath. That night I got a phone call in my dream and it was my father's voice but I never heard it like that before, it was pure joy. We were very close

When I was in first grade, I entered the school one morning on my way to my classroom and passed my beloved kindergarten teacher from the year before in the hallway. She acknowledged me with a smile. When I got to my classroom our teacher asked us to join her on the reading carpet where she proceeded to tell us that Mrs. Walker had passed away the night before. I literally argued with her that I’d just passed her in the hallway. Nobody believed me.