Editor’s note: Growing up in a Latino household means the eerie introduction to the legend of the llrona or to stories about brujas passed on for generations. In more recent times even extra sensory perception related events may be a part of growing up.
Ghosts, goblins, witches and things that go bump in the night seasoned with extra sensory perception, mind reading or mental telepathy. The setting is Halloween 1981.
A father traveled twice a month leaving his wife and young son for a few days at a time. On this brisk Halloween morning, he packed while his wife prepared a light breakfast, nothing heavy, because he usually felt ill after a flight in the company jet. His five-year-old son woke up in anticipation of Halloween and his father’s trip. “Daddy,” he sleepily blurts out, “Don’t drive fast today, ‘cause the police will stop you.”
Daddy smiled, “You have such an imagination son!” You’re the man of the house for the next few days, take good care of mom.” He kissed his wife and son good-bye.
As he headed for the airport and just two short blocks from home, a police cruiser pulled him over for a defective light. As the officer gave him a warning, the father nodded in amazement over his son’s premonition.
That evening, Halloween’s ghosts, goblins and witches roamed the streets collecting treats. Mom helped her son dress up as a cowboy. He waited in excitement for his older cousins who would take him trick-or-treating. Temperatures were quickly dropping. Snow began falling and the trick-or-treaters retreated. The five-year-old came home proudly showing his sugar treasures. The youngster soon became melancholy and said, “I miss daddy, when is he coming home?”
Mom replied, “He’ll be home in a few days, we’ll call him later.”
As bedtime rolled around, the youngster asked his mother if he could sleep with her. She helped her son into pajamas, grabbed a book and began reading. She noticed her son wasn’t sleepy, but stared at the ceiling in a trance-like state and said, “Daddy is so sick. Daddy is dying. He’s lost something. He’s looking for something.” He then began to cry.
As mom calmed her youngster, she assured him that daddy was fine. The child whimpered and repeated himself. After a few minutes, the child was calm and relunctantly fell asleep.
This cold and snowy Halloween night, with her husband several hundred miles away and her five-year-old son speaking erratically created an eerie feeling. She began hearing unfamiliar sounds in the house, and the ringing telephone made her jump! Thankful for the interruption, on the other end is her husband who weakly offers,“I am so sick, I think I have the flu; I’m been in bed since I checked into my hotel. Can you believe it! He adds, I’m dying. I’ve also lost my contact lenses. I’ve been looking for them for over an hour.”
In state of eerieness and amazement, mom repeats to her husband a similar dialogue previously spoken by their young son. Mind reading, mental telepathy, family closeness, or sheer coincidence?
A true story – it happened one Halloween night—believe it or no.
Reprinted from Oct.s 27, 2009