In the antique business we call photographs or portraits like these instant relatives. This particular portrait I have hanging in my back room. It is not a relative of mine, but I was drawn to this picture from the moment I saw it hanging in another antique store in town. Every time I visited that store, I had to go see if this painting was still there...until finally I just ended up buying it. My son hates this picture because wherever you move in this room, the gentleman's eyes follow you....it gives him the creeps. I on the other hand am not bothered by this picture, but Bob hates it too...
Well, the grand kids were spending the weekend with me on a snowy January weekend. I was making dinner and forgot the time and had to pick up Bob from the store. He did not take his truck that Saturday because we were expecting about 8 inches of snow...and his truck was small and lightweight and he did not want to get stuck in the snow...
Well to make a long story short. Bob did not want to leave me stranded with the kids and a truck, so I had to take him to the store and pick him up later in the car. Three quarters of the way to the store, I remembered that I did not turn off the stove and left the pan on the burner.
I was in panic mode. I made Bob rush out of the store, so that I could get back home...hoping and praying all the while that the house did not start on fire...as I was already gone about 15 minutes because of the snow, and the drive should be 20 minutes round trip.
When I got back to the house, I rushed in leaving Bob to get the kids out of the car and this is what I found.
The pan was pushed off to the left back burner and no longer on the front right burner...which was still on when I saw it. I recreated this picture so you could see what I was talking about...spooky right.
I stood there at the stove until Bob came in with the kids and he saw what I saw. Well, I was a bit shook up, so I sat on the couch in the back room to compose myself. My grandson Michael asked me what happened, and I told him that gramma had left the pan on the stove and God sent someone down to move the pan for me.
Right after I said that, this happened.
The glass case to our early 1900 clock opened up. This case cannot open on its own..never has. We keep it locked with the key. But when it opened that night, I looked up first to the clock, and then back to the portrait....and he was looking back at me.
I'm not saying the man in this portrait saved our house from burning down....but I DO BELIEVE IN GHOSTS!!!
This is a true story...one that I just cannot explain....
Take care everyone, Janice