I levitated then a week later my 17 year old brother Sean died in a car accident in Woodstock Illinois.
On August 1983 my 17 year old brother Sean Thompson was brutally assaulted by a J. Greenham who was 19 from Woodstock Illinois. He was mad at my brother over a pretty girl named Connie. My brother was found lying at the LakeWood Apartments in Woodstock Illinois on the ground unconscious. A woman found him and called an ambulance. My brother was taken to Woodstock Hospital with head trauma. I went to see my brother in intensive care, his head was the size of a large watermelon. He was embarrassed. His eyes were bloody red. It was a horrible attack. My brother’s face was all beaten in. My brother was in intensive care for over a month.
Sean was released two months after being in the hospital. Before leaving Woodstock Hospital, I asked the neurologist, would my brother have any problems. The neurologist responded with worried eyes, “Sean will be ok. We tested him and he appears to healing normally with no problem.” I picked up my brother Sean and I left the hospital apprehensively. J. Greenham never served any time for this beating. Sean was too afraid to press charges.
Sean had a ’69 blue Dodge Charger and started his senior year of high school at Woodstock High. My brother was never the same after the beating. He often would forget things. One day an Illinois State Trooper came to my parent’s house and said Sean had passed a semi and barely made it. I told my brother to stop the dangerous driving, he told me to shut up. I was staying at the Woodstock Motel with my boyfriend Ken. Ken was very handsome and looked like a young Richard Gere look alike.
That night I went to sleep and was stuck in a semi sleep state. My soul started to float above the room. I did not know what was happening. I screamed and yelled for my boyfriend but he did not hear me. This levitation went on for several hours. I kept screaming and calling but my voice echoed into another world. My soul finally went back into my body, after floating all night. It was a very scary experience. This timeline was about January 7, 1984. I told Ken Thomas about the experience but, he shrugged it off. He did not know how to deal with anything like what had happened. He was only concerned over survival. We were only eating one meal a day. We had no place to stay. We had no car. So we just walked looking for work. But, we still tried hoping some kind of luck would come through.
I was 19 and had just graduated from Woodstock High School. It was a bitter cold winter. I was going hungry. I walked to the Train stop to get food. A relative of Ken’s there fed us once a day. This went on for about a week. I still can remember the day like it was yesterday. It was January 14, 1984. A cold negative 10 was blowing outside my motel bedroom window. I awoke to the motel clerk banging on the door. The oriental woman urgently pushed me into the motel clerk’s room. She handed me the phone with a worried look on her face. My dad was on the phone, he was crying frantically. I said, “dad what is the matter?” I hesitated for a moment because I had never heard my dad cry before. “Dad, what is the matter?” “Why are you crying?” “Carri,” dad sobbed, “your brother Sean, was just killed in a car accident.” I asked him, “What time did it happen, dad?” He responded, “it happened at 3pm today.”
I looked at the motel lobby clock it was 5:30 pm. I just started screaming and crying, right there in the middle of a motel lobby. The oriental clerk just stared and looked down. I handed the clerk the phone. I went back to my room sobbing telling Ken what had happened. Then later the clerk knocked on my motel room door and told me that the Coroner was coming to pick me and Ken up, to drive us to my parent’s house.
At about 6:30 pm, Marene Lanz the McHenry County Coroner came to my room and picked me up. I remember her smiling and trying to cheer me up. “At least Sean, had on matching socks.” I just smiled holding back tears as we drove to my parents house. We lived on Jankowski Road. We finally pulled in the long driveway in the crunchy January snow. The sun now had gone down. I opened my parents front door, it was unlocked. I walked in and my family was in deep mourning, everyone was crying and teary eyed. I was devastated and walked in a fog. Still even to this day I still cannot remember, only bits and pieces of the events.
The local Baptist church came and brought us meals. We were too upset to cook. Most of the time I couldn’t sleep. Richard, my stepfather, took Sean’s death real hard. That very night, the night that Sean had died, Richard went driving down route 14 in Woodstock and picked up a hitchhiker walking on the side of the rode. Richard brought the man to our house. He claimed to have psychic ability. The hitchhiker did a séance in my parent’s kitchen. I was sleeping when this was going on. I did not think anything of the hitchhiker incident other than I thought he was crazy and my parent’s were really flipping out. I demanded that my parent’s make the man leave. Richard finally agreed and drove the hitchhiker away. I am pretty sure he gave the man money. But the very next day the haunting started.
My bedroom was right next to my brother Sean’s bedroom. From Sean’s room I heard banging and clambering of chains. These noises sounded like they came from another world. Sometimes I would hear footsteps outside my window. I heard load moans and crying for many nights. The door would open and shut, orbs would fly around the room. My sister slept in the same room as me and did not see anything. My mother smelled toast being made in the morning like Sean used to do. This haunting went on for about over six months. I kept hearing banging coming from his room next to mine and my sister’s.
Finally, after weeks of paranormal activity, I gathered the courage to go into his room. When I opened the room it appeared like he had never left. The room was bright and sunny with a desk in it where he used to do his homework. But I noticed garbage bags in the room with a bad odor. I opened the bags. I was mortified to realize that Richard put my brother’s clothes he had died in, in those bags. They smelled like blood. The parts to his car was in his room. The parts were all mangled from the accident. I ran out screaming. “Get this stuff out of the house.” “Dad that is why I am being haunted.”
Richard finally agreed. That night Sean came to me in a dream. He was lying in a coffin. He opened the coffin and sat up. He said, “Carri, am I dead?” I told him yes. He said, “are you sure?” I said, “Sean you died in a car accident.” I started to cry. He cried too, then he said, “I’m only 17. I can’t be dead.” Sean finally stated, “I’m too young to die.” He was sobbing, but he shut the coffin closed. I then woke up and was shaken, but after the dream the haunting stopped.
Sent in by Carri Williams, Copyright 2009
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oh carrie, i’m so very sorry. the beating must have taken a mental toll on your brother. it sometimes happens. your brother should have pressed charges against that guy. he probably would have been sentanced to jail. but i don’t think that was the problem. who knows what goes thru the mind of someone who’s been thru something like that. your brother came to you for reasurrance. why the heck did they keep the car parts and the bloody clothes, i’ll never understand. i really hope and pray your life is getting better. we all really care here at this site and if you ever need to talk more about this sad event, please don’t hesitate to post. thanks
I am so sorry for your loss and all that you went through. I always think its a horrible tragedy when someone is taken so young.
Thank you so much for sharing your story!!!!
maby it was destiney for that to happen then you having that dream im so sorry for the loss but if you ever if you ever encounter again with that post it
Carri,
I lost a friend who was only 17. That was many years ago. I remember teaching him how to tie his shoes on the backdoor step. I think I was 5, and he was about 4.
When he died, it was my first year of college. I just walked around in a kind of haze, going to classes, not really communicating very much. I submitted a poem in my English Composition class…, it wasn’t like anything I’ve ever done before, I was trying to tell someone what happened. But the one thing that stood out the most was this very huge hole in my heart. I still think about him…, it doesn’t hurt as much now as it did then.
I guess I’m trying to say, you may find others around you that know in some measure what you are going through. I believe things will get better. Focus on the things that make you smile, or make you laugh. Happiness is yours, you just have to find it.
As for the guest you had in your home, I’m only guessing but your family had never be visited by such entities before. I think you were right to send him away.
I hope you are open to healing. There are all kinds of angels. They walk the earth to observe and to help us. God is not unaware of our weaknesses, or our needs. Seek Him and you will find Him. We are all God’s children.
I also am sorry for you lose, People grieve in all sorts of ways, so it’s hard to explain why the step father keep the clothes and the car parts in the room. I think that night there that you had the dream, your brother accepted what had happend to him and moved on. My brother passed on 16 years ago, he was sick though, I think it’s easier , because you have the time to accept that they person is not going to be with you much longer, than if you have someone one day and the next they’re not there anymore! It may be 16 years now, but from time to time I’ll think of something funny he said and start laughing and there are times that I will still cry! You take care.
Hi Carri,
I’m so sorry for the tragic loss of your brother. That terrible scum who beat your brother up should have gone to jail for what he did. But, have no fear, that scum bag will answer to what he did to your brother when he leaves this world…he’ll have to answer to God!
Carri, like everyone else, i am so sorry !!! Many of us here have lost loved ones, and we trully understand your grief.. it is something that we have to learn to live with, and its hard to do some days.. We are all here for you honey. This may sound kind of strange, my daughter was murdered in 1993 by her x boyfriend, she was shot in the head with a shotgun,, i was almost killed,, long story,, the point is, im sure that your brother and my daughter are friends in Heaven, you see, Amber was 2 weeks from turning 17..
We feel your pain, on the other hand, we can thank God that our loved ones dont have to suffer any more!!! They are doing everything they ever wanted to do, all thier dreams are coming true.. i trully believe, thats what eternity is…..
I know what you mean about the bloody clothes and car parts…. I never went back into my home, but had friends pack it up for me.. 3 months later, i got everything out of storage, and found a lot of things i should have never seen…
remember your brother when he was laughing, or telling a joke, or just being goofy!!!!! Amber had the cutest laugh, she would tilt her head back and laugh untill she cried, and we would all laugh untill we cried,, and half the time we had no clue, what was so funny..lol…..i remember the day of her funeral, she kept on telling me dirty jokes,, here i was, in shock, saying to her in my head,, now stop it, this is not the time or place….. she would laugh, and tell another,,lol….. she made me smile, and people just did not understand….
Our loved ones are still with us you know!!!! They encourage us to keep on going!!
It took a lot of guts to tell your story, and i know its trully exhausting. Thank you so much for sharing with us… We are here for you honey!!! Ok,, im gona give you a huge hug!!!!
God bless us all, and keep us safe…. ktm
I AM SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS, ALTHOUGH I HAVE 3 BROTHERS AND THEY MAKE ME MAD I WOULD BE LOST WITH OUT THEM, NEVER WORRIE YOUR BROTHER IS LOOKING OVER YOU
i am so sorry to read this story, it must of been such a horrible time for you, keep strong, there is such admirable strength in your words, i respect you completly and your brother is watching over you and never forget that x x x
I just read your story..and I’m so sorry for your loss…thank you for sharing it on here.You know it will help start the healing process to talk about it whenever you feel like you want to.And I also believe that our loved ones are always with us to help us and watch over us…try to think of all the good times you had with your brother…as for the person that attacked your brother..he will be judged one day for what he did…take care of yourself..you can talk on here with people that care whenever you want to…Blessed Be!!!
ohh Carri thats sad i know how it fells to lose someone like that especially that important!!! but on the bright side your brother went to the open gates of heaven to the arms of god a better place where no one suffers. that dream that you had of your brother made me cry but as you see you made him understand he’s dead but he will go to a better place.
I’m really sorry for your loss Carri. I almost cried when I read this story. God bless you and your family.