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The Day Regina Said Goodbye, Sometimes, the unexplained lingers in unexpected places. Let me start by saying that I\u2019m a hardened skeptic and atheist. I don\u2019t believe in gods, ghosts, or any kind of spiritualism. But, despite my rational outlook, there is one incident from my childhood that I still can\u2019t explain. It was the mid-1970s, and I was about seven or eight years old, living in a small town in Germany. Our house had two apartments\u2014my family lived upstairs, and a middle-aged couple downstairs ran a small daycare. Kids came and went, but there was one girl, let\u2019s call her Regina, that I especially connected with…\u2026.. See more<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Let me start by saying that I\u2019m a hardened skeptic and atheist. I don\u2019t believe in gods, ghosts, or any kind of spiritualism. But, despite my rational outlook, there is one incident from my childhood that I still can\u2019t explain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was the mid-1970s, and I was about seven or eight years old, living in a small town in Germany. Our house had two apartments\u2014my family lived upstairs, and a middle-aged couple downstairs ran a small daycare. Kids came and went, but there was one girl, let\u2019s call her Regina, that I especially connected with. She was older than me by a year or two, and I admired her, with her light curly hair and calm presence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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One afternoon, as I was playing badminton with my mother on the lawn, I saw Regina standing in the doorway of the house. It seemed normal, so I called out, inviting her to join us. She didn\u2019t smile, just replied with a serious tone, \u201cI\u2019m going away, Ron. Goodbye.\u201d She then walked between me and my mother, heading off across the lawn. When my mom asked who I was talking to, I said, \u201cRegina,\u201d but by the time I turned back, she was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The next day, my father sat me down in his study to tell me something. Regina had died\u2014electrocuted by a faulty tape recorder in the downstairs apartment. He said it happened the day before. I was in shock. How could she have been walking away from our house if she had already passed? My parents, who hadn\u2019t planned to tell me at all, only did so because my mother had overheard me talking to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To this day, I still can\u2019t explain what I saw. I\u2019ve never experienced anything like it since. But I often wonder\u2014where did Regina go?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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