We bought this house in April of 2002. The couple before us
had 9 kids. She told me whenever there was a rough spot,
they were always able to walk through it.
The house sits directly in front of a cemetery which was ok with me.
After
the first couple nights spent in the house, I began
to feel like someone was there in my dreams. I would
actually see him. He would be there in his brown overalls,
tan shirt on, he wore brown moccasins. There he would stand
over me. I thought I was just tired, so I never paid any
mind to him. Eventually I saw him more and more so I decided
to look him up in the historical events.
I researched his
name and found out the actual name was a very popular name.
According to the records, he died at the age of 21. He was
buried in, what is now known as our backyard, but was
buried near a farmhouse that was owned by his parents. His
name is Kirby Winfield. His name is also printed on his
tombstone which still lies in our backyard.
About two
weeks after this research, our house that we purchased
burnt down. We stayed at a local hotel while our house was
rebuilt. Kirby remained here looking out for his property.
After 10 months of living in the hotel and dealing with his
minimal appearances, I couldn't bear to go back to this
area. I did eventually go through the new house.
Every once in a while, Kirby will let me know he is here.
By coming into my dreams, he makes his presence known to me.
I know that when things go wrong, somehow they go right. He
seems to sit on my bed when I sleep at night watching over
me. I pray to him at night, hoping he will leave this side
of the world and go back to where he belongs. I am very
sick at the moment, I managed to get enough strength to
face reality and facts. I have 3 children that need me. He
will eventually find his way home, but for right now, he
will remain here.
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