Tracy’s House

My childhood friend, Tracy, has a lovely older home not far from where I live. A few years ago when I was upstairs at her house, I saw a 60-70 year old man walk out of her son’s closet. He told me his name was “James” and he was a former resident of her home. He went on to say how happy it made him to see the love Tracy and her husband have for the house. And added that any renovations they do in order to make the house function better for their family was fine with him.

I went downstairs and described this interaction to Tracy and followed with “So when you remodel your kitchen he won’t give you any trouble.” She looked shocked and asked me how I knew about the kitchen remodel. I replied that I didn’t, it just fell out of my mouth, bypassing conscious thought. She then told me she had just chosen her cabinets.

She went on to say that her son, when he was very young, saw an old man in his closet. The man didn’t scare him, he was just there. Tracy never shared this with me until that day.

Now fast forward 5 years. I was at Tracy’s for a small get together when I was drawn upstairs. Upon arriving at the top of the stairs, I saw James at the end of the hallway and beside him stood a woman.

She appeared to be in her 40’s. She hand long, dark, wavy, unkempt hair and was wearing a white nightgown. She looked very ill, like she had a fever and the perspiration that accompanies it.

The woman told me her name was “Phyllis”, she was James’ mother and she said the year “1910.” She went on to say she was a former owner, not James. And that Tracy’s son’s room was James’ when he lived in the house. Phyllis then reiterated James’ sentiment about Tracy loving the house as much as she did.

To be honest, I was curious about Phyllis’ appearance. Other spirits I had encountered from this time period were in formal dress and well put together. Phyllis was showing herself in her death state; frail, pale and sweaty. I surmised she was stuck and hadn’t crossed over into the light. Then I asked her how and where she passed. She said she died on the sleeping porch attached to the master. She then gave me severe abdominal pain, so intense I was doubled over. She had some kind of digestive organ cancer. Phyllis had died a very painful death at a young age.

I asked her if she wanted me to cross her over, she declined. Phyllis wasn’t ready. James told me he had crossed at the time of his death but was there to be with her. She thanked me for listening and I returned downstairs.

I pulled Tracy aside and asked if she knew what year her house was built, she didn’t. I then described my conversation upstairs. She looked surprised, thought it could’ve been built in 1910 and that her husband may know.

The next day my curiosity got the better of me and I typed Tracy’s address into a real estate website. With breathless anticipation I scrolled down until the “Year Built” line…1910. I was stunned. I took a screenshot and sent it to Tracy. She was shocked and excited. Honestly, so was I. The confirmation was gratifying.

During the next week James and Phyllis came to me at my house. She said she was ready to let go of everything keeping her earthbound and ready to cross. James looked radiant, his happiness was so palpable it filled the room with loving energy.

I went into meditation and asked for the light to come. One of my guides escorted them into the light. Upon his return, he told me that her husband (James’ father) was waiting for her with open arms.

A family reunited over 100 years later.