Morna’s Stories: Part I

One person that I really enjoy talking to about supernatural events is my friend Morna. Remember her? She is the one that told me the story about Bud and Rat, but then later couldn’t remember any of the details. Well, nevertheless, she has other stories that also intrigue me and I thought I would tell a few of them. One day while canoeing on the Rideau Lakes she told me these two. They ain’t much but they are what they are.

About fourteen years ago Morna’s father died and Morna was struggling with the grief over her loss. As well, at the time she was stuck in a dead-end job with a boss that was half nuts and who was always tormenting her. At the time it seemed that none of her dreams or ambitions were coming true. Plus she had a whole basket full of worries concerning her extended family that were suffering everything from drug abuse to spousal abuse. To top it all off she felt powerless to do anything about it.

One day her depression was so bad that she couldn’t bring herself to go to work. Instead she decided to take a walk down by the lake. After a while she came to a park bench and sat down on it. Before long she started crying uncontrollably. After a few minutes she then heard a voice – a familiar voice. It was the voice of her dead father. The voice was loud and clear, just as if he were sitting next to her on the bench. And all it said was “Morna, whenever you don’t know what to do, play trump.”

And that is the story really. It goes on a bit more. She then went to her doctor for a bit of therapy; then decided to quit her job and enrol in university for her Masters degree; but no more supernatural events.

Comments:
It just occurred to me now that there is a similarity with this story and the one about my wife and Henrietta. In both cases they heard the voice of their dead loved one while crying over another problem. And in both cases the voice gives advice to guide and calm them. However, Morna’s ghost came during the middle of the day, and not even in a house but outside, which I think is rare.


Morna’s second story isn’t a ghost story, but a déjà vu story. When Morna was small her parents used to take the whole family on long car trips for the summer holidays – and I mean long. They would drive to Alaska or Labrador or, as in this case, Central America.

Along the way they stopped in a village in Mexico. They parked the car and began walking around the village like tourists do. At one point Morna all of a sudden had this sense of déjà vu. But unlike most cases, as with me, it wasn’t vague and sort of “I think this happened to me before,” but Morna knew where she was. She told her family she had been there before and was able to describe different parts of the village. She pointed down a street and said if they walked down the street and turned the corner they would find a large fountain in a plaza. So her family did as she said and sure enough there was the fountain just as she had said.

And again, that is all there is to the story. That is my only déjà vu story. I don’t have any thoughts or theories about this, but it is another bit of information for my collection.

Do you have any? I would love to hear them.