Supernatural Intervention?

October 31st, 2007 at 7:42 pm by Mark
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This isn’t a Halloween prank.  It’s absolutely true.

So, first off, let’s get one big-ass presumtion outta the way: I don’t believe in ghosts.  I generally think they’re a nutjob’s way of attempting to give order to a chaotic life.

In fact, I’m an extremely logical person, with a stranglehold on reality.  Truth is stranger — and, generally, funnier — than fiction, so I don’t bother with the latter…
…even though I’ve had a couple of really weird experiences which’ve made me question my own sanity.

So this?  This is a weird one.  It’s one of those borderline, “Oh, yeah, he’s nuts, look!  There’s the proof!” kinda posts.  But honestly, I don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks.  Fortunately, there were other people with me, witnessing the same things, and saying, “Oh crap!” right along with me.  Or words to that effect…

Earlier this year, the twenty-first of February to be exact, the Pirates and I lost a close friend.  The reactions were mixed.  Some were angry about the way she went, some were distraught that she was gone, and some were nostalgic.
A very tiny minority of us remembered the way she was, laughed along with our memories,  and kept right on laughing and smiling.  Our attitudes helped us be there for the others who weren’t doing so well.

On February 25th, after a brief meeting with some of the aforementioned, Zacque and I decided to head off somewhere other than the usual hangout to have a drink.
That’s crucial to this story, see, because neither of us had been drinking yet.

So I’m driving down I-75 when all of a sudden, my telephone rings.  I always look at the Caller ID, and was shocked to “Susan” appear.  I decided, logically, that her daughter was calling from her phone.
“What’s up?” I answered.
“Nothing much,” the voice on the other end replied.
That voice… “Susan?”
“Oh, HA-HA!  You don’t say!” she laughed.
“Uhhh, what the Hell?  This isn’t funny!” I yelled.
“Oh, Hey, hey, hey!” she yelled, still laughing.  “You know what you should do?”
“What?” I snapped.  It was her… but I knew it couldn’t be her.
“You should take Zacque out for a drink!” she said.
“That’s what we’re doing…”
“Yeah, I figured.  Well, you two be careful, ok?” she mothered.
“Always,” I monotoned.
“Love ya, bye!” she said.  Same as she ever was.
She hung up.

I was about to tell Zacque what was going on as the tears welled in my eyes, but the phone rang again — again from Susan.

“Oh, hey!” she yelled when I answered.  “Mark, listen to me — this is very important!”
I was pulling into the parking space at the bar.  “What’s up?”
“You have to check your right, rear wheel.  It’s really important!”
“Uhhh, what?” I asked, confused.
“Just do it, ok?  Promise me!”
“Okay, I promise,” I said.
“Oh, and fix your speaker!” she added.  “Love ya, bye!”
I turned the car off.  The tears began to stream.  Was I losing my mind?

I looked at Zacque.  “Look at the Caller ID,” I said as I handed him the phone.
“What’d she say?”
“To check my rear passenger wheel and fix my speaker…”
We sat in the parking lot for a few minutes, finally deciding to head to my place instead of hanging out drinking.  Zacque was visibly shaken, nervous.
“Ok,” I said.  “Guess I’ll drive so I can check my wheel tomorrow…”
As I started the car, the right rear speaker blasted out nothing but loud static.
I turned the car off.
“On second thought, Zacque,” I started.  “You drive.”
I lost it… Crying. Scared.

The next day, with great hangovers, we drove back to my car to inspect this mysterious “right rear wheel.”
As we laid down on the concrete, we simultaneously saw a quarter-inch off-brand wrench hanging precariously from the brake’s bleeder valve inside.  It was close to falling off by itself, and most probably would have locked the wheel, if only temporarily… but certainly enough to cause major damage to the car, and maybe even to me if I hadn’t found and corrected the situation.

Saved by a phone call from a dead friend?

Oh, there was more over the next few months.  Sporadic phone calls, voice mails, and miscellaneous other forms of “contact” which were witnessed by others.

In April, I was going through a bit of a legal mess.  One night, while sitting around with a group of friends, I got another of her strange phone calls.
“Well, hey!  Well, hey!  Well, hey, hey, hey!  Do you know what you should do?” she said.
“Well. goddamn!  What happened to you?” she said with concern.  “You have to remember one thing.”
“I’m rat-cheer,” she said in her best Southern drawl.
“Right here?”
“No… You’re not.”
“But if you need me to testify for you, you know I will.”
“I’m rat-cheer.  See ya!”
I turned off my phone that night.
As for the court case I was involved in, I wished Susan could’ve been there.  She witnessed a lot of what I was testifying about, as well.  In court, I attempted to get another witness to repeat what Susan had said about the incidents, but the testimony was kicked out as hearsay (which it wasn’t).
Still, I won my case.  Her call made me get my ducks in a row.

The last fully verifiable contact I received from her was on May 19th, 2007 at 9:26AM EDT.  Here it is:

On June 29th, a girl I know told me she had late night conversation with Susan when calling my telephone.  I was verifiably passed out at the time, having taken a tumble through a glass tabletop.  Others who were around that night swear that no one talked to the girl in question, either.
At the time, I chalked it up to nonsense.  But in retrospect, perhaps it was her way of keeping me safe again…

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8 Responses to “Supernatural Intervention?”

  1. Mushy Says:


  2. Diva Says:


  3. Diva Says:

    I got chill bumps and a huge, non-moving lump in my throat.

  4. Mark Says:

    Yeah, and ya know, it took me three and a half hours to write it down. Freaked me out remembering, going back and reading through old phone bills… e-emails… old blogs… looking at dates and times so that it was accurate…

    Funny how it stopped on May 19th, tho. I think, Diva, that you and Zacque might remember what happened that night…

    Past that … I really should edit before posting … I had the 15th, but it was the 19th. And just to clarify … the person who (supposedly) talked to her on June 29th called my phone, not talked on my phone.

  5. Mushy Says:

    Have you tried a sayonce? If not, don’t invite me…I’d be scared shitless!

    It would take a lot of black & tans!

  6. Mark Says:

    No point … Nothing was left unsaid. Well, aside from what I can only see as her looking out for me after the fact, and wanting a couple of things settled that are settled now.

    Still … it’s something that goes against every grain of logic and reason that I possess. Having something totally illogical and irrational thrown in your face like that is … well … it scared me shitless, too … And did it all over again just writing about it.

    Even crazier is the fact that I’m not the only one outta the group who had experiences like that… Perhaps a couple more people could share.

  7. Gerri Says:

    Wow.. this whole account blows me away. I’m not sure how she passed away.. but do you think that maybe she didn’t know she was “gone” yet? I put gone in quotes because quite obviously she is not gone.

    In any event, it’s so cool. I wish I could believe in ghosts, but I’m a skeptic. I certainly don’t want to lose a friend, but if I did, I wish I could have this experience like you have so that I could believe.

    I certainly don’t doubt your account, and love that you pointed out at the beginning that it is *absolutely true*

    I would love to read more about the contact Sue has made.

  8. Diva Says:

    Susan was my close friend, too. To hear her voice again was, to say the least, enough to draw up happy tears and rush the memories back. I was there. I saw the look on their faces. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew something had happened and I just assumed they were just trippin about something.

    I don’t doubt for any of it for one second. I also know that have looked out for one another since we met. In addition to being just a group of friends, specific purposes in one another’s life at one time or another was served. We all met at a time when each of us as individuals had some need or void in our life. I know that I was personally caught, loved and supported when I was falling during emotionally trying times in my life.

    Oh God, here I go again, getting all mushy and misty. I suppose what I’m saying is that in this life or the next, our friends are our friends, and maybe (just maybe) the caring and looking out for those friends doesn’t stop.