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Angelic Messengers
They Come. They Go. You Cannot Stop Them.
While we wait for the massive influx of true weird stories from those who will confess to them, I suppose I’ll go ahead and share my weirdest tale.
This story bothers me a lot, because I can’t conjure up any explanation other than the one that instantly and insistently comes to mind.
My story comes in two parts, separated 7 months in time, with an obvious connection undeniable in its implication.
The first part of my story happens on January 12th, 1998. I know this, because I wrote it down. If I had known about my future reluctance to believe, I would have discarded that little piece of paper right then and there.
On January 12th, 1998, I experienced the one and only migraine I’ve ever known.
Like all such sufferers, I was debilitated.
I couldn’t do anything.
I couldn’t watch TV. I couldn’t read. I couldn’t sleep.
For sure, I couldn’t go to work.
So I just sat in bed, in the dimness of my curtained room, gazing straight ahead.
