I became fascinated with the paranormal about two years ago. I can naturally say that I am a skeptic, when they say that all a skeptic is is someone who simply hasn�t had their own paranormal experience yet. I haven�t. My sister has claimed to have paranormal experiences both in the past and still today; although, she never tells me what they are. I do not blame her for keeping them to herself, as I am sure they are very personal in nature.
My wife and I are from Omaha, but my family owns 80 acres up in northeast Nebraska, and my grandparents always told us growing up that the land was blessed and that we would always be safe there. Well, being a little kid, this not only made me feel safe, but also a little scared, knowing there was always something watching me. Both grandparents and all their sons (including my dad) have since passed, and my sister now lives in a house on the land, that was built separate from where my grandparents lived. She claims to have numerous paranormal experiences on the land.
There is a family of deer that live on the land, and my sister is very protective of them. She forbids people to hunt the land. I think she thinks that our deceased relatives are somehow reincarnated in these deer.� My sister is a lot more of a believer in this kind of thing than me. She, herself, believes that she has an �old soul� as she puts it. Anyway, during my last year of school, I had a clinical rotation at a hospital in Yankton, SD, just about 30 miles from the house. I chose to stay in the house for that 5 weeks, during which, I had one explainable thing happen, and one very interesting thing happen.
The first somewhat explainable thing was that I heard what sounded like someone walking up the wooden walkway to the front door. This startled me because the house is out in the middle of nowhere, miles from any other house, and I didn�t hear any car drive up, so I figured it was some crazy person, wandering around in the country. The footsteps were definitive and obvious… it wasn’t like ‘I think I heard footsteps,’ it clearly sounded like someone was walking up the walkway, just outside the door. There was no mistaking it. This was in the middle of the day, and it was bright day. I looked outside, and no one was there. I looked around the house, and no one was around. Being a skeptic, I blew it off, with the logic that it was a house in the middle of nowhere, with no trees around, it was a windy day, and the wind probably was just blowing something against the house, with coincidental timing, making it sound like footsteps.
The second incident that was interesting involved the deer. For my clinical I had to be at the hospital very early, requiring me to leave the house at around 5:30 AM. It was always still dark, and every now and then I would be startled by a deer wandering in the field about 50 yards away from me. The deer would then see me and run away. No big deal… that�s what deer do. Well, on the very last day of the clinical, I decided to go ahead and return to Omaha, leaving directly from the hospital after my day was finished. I packed up everything the night before, and loaded it into the car, so that I had less to pack up in the morning. The morning came, and I got up and got ready for the day as usual. I then exited the house, locked the door behind me, and started walking towards my car. I got extremely startled by a lot noise coming from the field. In the light provided by the house light, I could see an entire herd of deer running across, and all of the sudden they stopped and looked at me for about 15 or 20 seconds. They didn’t seem startled at all, rather they looked completely at ease. Then just as suddenly as they stopped, they all took off again.
I didn�t think much of it, and I concluded that it was a rather extreme, but usual deer encounter, and I headed off to the hospital. While driving to the hospital though, it suddenly occurred to me� if what my sister believes about my family being reincarnated as deer on the land is true, was that herd of deer my family stopping by to acknowledge me and essentially �bidding me farewell?� Could they sense that I was leaving that day? or was this simply another random deer experience? That was about 4 years ago, and I�ve always wondered even to this day.