Can't explain this one.
20+ years ago, living at my parents. My room was up in the attic.
Winters evening. Got called down by my Mum, dinner was ready.
Down I went, 3 flights of stairs to the ground. Left turn into the
kitchen.
Except...as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I glanced to the left. There,
at the living room door, I saw my Dad standing, looking into the living room, holding onto the door jamb.
Something about the way he was standing struck me at the time as very odd, somehow unusual and memorable. It was an odd pose, almost as if he was hanging onto the doorframe. But for some reason, I turned left, and into the kitchen.
Only to see my Dad sitting there, eating his dinner...turned to look at the living room door, no-one there now, of course!
I mention it to Mum and Dad- Dad looked clearly startled, Mum just laughed.
Fast forward a year or so. Very sadly, my middle brother, whom I was very close to in age, goes out one day on his motorbike and gets himself killed. Terrible, terrible thing. As is/was the tradition, the undertakers bring his body home in the coffin and 'lay him out' right there in the living room.They do a fine job, discreet and respectful, and when they're done, they open the living room door and leave us to it.
Dad, head of the family, who I'm standing right behind, takes the first steps forward, but then I suppose the enormity of what he's about to do- view his second-born's corpse- must have hit home.He stalls outside the living room door,clutching the doorframe for support. But I know this already as I've seen it happen, and I know when now.
As I pass him standing there, about to lift the veil and see my brother, my best friend's face, most of me is thinking "Oh holy ****, can I do this?" while a little bit of me is thinking "how about that? thats what that strange experience was all about!" But despite that distraction I still screamed my eyes out.
True story, of course, and I still can't explain it. Can emotions travel through time?