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About four years ago my father passed away. After he died my cousin came to stay with me for awhile in the house I had grown up in. The house my father often said was the place he always wanted live in forever, in the place he wanted to be forever, Lapine Oregon. It started one night when my cousin and I were sitting on the couch watching television and I got up to use the restroom, as I walked past the big screen TV I was shoved into it, not hard but stiffly. I turned around and told my cousin only half jokingly that my father was saying "hi", but saw that my cousin was sitting there wide eyed. He said he had seen him and we just kind of shrugged it off after a couple of seconds of mutual amazement. A couple of days later I was getting ready to leave for work when I heard someone call my name from behind me in my fathers bedroom and there he stood at the end of his bed looking at me. At the same time my cousin got up and opened the front door because he said he had heard someone knock nobody was there, considering he didn't hear anyone say anything and I never heard the knock even though we were only about ten feet away from each other. Over the remaining year I lived in the house there were many more voices and unexplained movement in the house. One such thing that often occurred was my fathers dog "Freda" a dachshund that never left his side. She would sit in front of my fathers chair looking up, not at the chair but above it where a persons head would be and cry as she always did when she wanted in his lap. At least once I saw her start to jump and then land halfway up in the chair as was usually the case because she was well fed and almost be pulled the rest of the way as my father did when he was sitting there. I guess my father was true to his word and will live in that house forever. I wish him well and take thanks in knowing that he is where he wants to be. My aunt and uncle now own the house but do not live there.


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