Tuesday, March 16, 2010

THE ATTIC ROOM

THE ATTIC ROOM
        - Donna DiPietro

This unusual event happened in the mid 1990s while I was working at a real estate office in Wellesley, Massachusetts. Ms. M, a long-time sales associate, was in the office and asked for my help in finding her summer clothes. She said people often ask me to find valuables but her summer clothes were valuable to her. I immediately was transported to the walkway that runs in front of her house. As I walked along, I described to Mrs. M in detail what I was seeing. I arrived at her house and stood facing the front of the house and walked up her front steps. The door was open, I walked inside the entry hall and the stairs leading to the top floors were in front of me. I described the décor, furniture and flowers that I saw in the areas of the house that I could see from the entry hall and stairs. I walked up the stairs until I reached her attic and stood at the threshold and looked inside. Near the middle of the attic room I saw a child’s old small red wagon with a grey stripe that was once white. I saw a highchair near the right wall and I saw some yellow curtains on the floor near the left wall. I walked over to the curtains and told Mrs. M that her summer clothes were under the curtains. Mrs. M said she had looked there but had not seen them. I told her the clothes were in a bag under the curtains and they blended in with the curtains so she would miss seeing the bag. She went home right away and looked where I said she would find her summer clothes and she did, under the yellow curtains on the floor near the left wall of her attic. She said there is a child’s old small red wagon with a grey stripe sitting in the middle of the attic room. It was hers when she was a child and the stripe was white years before. She also affirmed there is a highchair on the right side of the room. Since I have never seen her house and I don’t know where she lives, I shouldn’t know what it looks like, but I do. My visions were precise and accurate as I walked to her house, went inside and found what was missing. Mrs. M still keeps in touch and has never forgotten the lost and found summer clothes.

2 comments:

  1. Great story - felt like I was walking up the stairs with you.
    Meg

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  2. Thanks for another interesting and entertaining story. I look forward to any new stories.

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