By: JoJo Little
My family friend Clare attends Miami University of Ohio, and while she was at school she experienced an encounter with a ghost that prompted me to write about the power of coincidences. Every summer my family spends a week in Maine in eerie cabins along Green Lake with Clare’s family. This past summer we all sat around the dinner table as Clare recounted her experience with this ghost.
She first told us that the house she lives in is an old funeral home. Her and her friends had experienced minor odd encounters with things moving around the house and hearing weird noises but nothing significant. Until one night when she was sleeping comfortably in her bed like always, she awoke to a being standing at the edge of her bed. At first, she thought she was just seeing things but was proven wrong when the middle-aged looking man lingered for a couple minutes. Of course, she couldn’t fall back asleep; her thoughts immediately thought about all the ghosts that existed in the house because of its history. Until she could sleep again, she decided to lie in bed looking at her phone in order to distract herself. Then, in the middle of the night she got an email from December 18, 1969 with no subject and no content. She deleted it immediately along with other junk mail. Afterwards, she looked in her email trash and found the other emails she had deleted but not the one with no content… she said she didn’t think too much of it. Just that it was very odd. Eventually, her mind calmed and she was able to find sleep again. The next morning as she was telling her friends what happened they seemed to be more intrigued than she was. One of her friends insisted they look up the date on the Internet and find out if there was any significance to it. Sure enough, they found an obituary for a man I will call John Smith (in order to maintain confidentiality), who was 43 years old when he died on December 18, 1969 in Springfield, Ohio just a couple towns over…
After hearing this story I was in awe, not because she had seen a ghost, but because it seemed as though the spiritual world influenced technology in such a way that was undeniable. However, a few days ago I got a similar email from December 31, 1969 with no subject and no content. But it wasn’t in the middle of the night after I had just seen a ghost. Instead, I was sitting at lunch with my friends. Interestingly enough, my friends said they have received the same emails. I guess it is a glitch in our phones or Gmail. I immediately thought about Clare’s encounter. It did not make the story less scary for me, but in fact more intriguing. I realized the email glitch was not in the hands of the spirit standing at the end of her bed, but a mere coincidence, yet the power of this coincidence is overwhelming. I did my research and actually found the obituary in order to validate her story. My perception of the story changed. It was no longer that the email in and of itself was weird; it was the fact that it appeared on her phone that night, when she saw that ghost, and the date corresponded with the death of a middle-aged man from a few towns over. Let’s not forget she lives in an old funeral home.
So I started thinking about the power of coincidences. Do you think the man standing at the end of her bed was John Smith? Do you think he somehow sent her that email in order to be noticed or in order to not be forgotten? Or do you think it was a mere coincidence?
a P.S., added about two hours after this post was originally put up: When I received the email telling me that my blog post was up, I also received another one of the strange emails! Screenshot of the email below.