July 24th, 2014 @ 5:27 pm
one 4th of july back when i was younger, maybe 1994/1995, we were at peter and clara’s (friends of my mother) celebrating out in huntington, long island. they were living in a basement apartment of a house, that was located behind a small farmer’s market. we used to go there pretty often, and his landlord let them/us use the backyard for bbq’s and get togethers. so on the 4th of july that year, we were all hanging out in lined up lawn chairs in front of the market once the sun went down. across from the market, there was a big, open field where we were watching fireworks. just so that you can get a sense of what it looked like, click here and swing the angle around.
so we were all watching the fireworks, talking, joking when peter and clara’s landlord decided to tell us a creepy story about something that happened in front of the market. back in the 1980’s, there was a couple that had been married for none too long, before the husband murdered his wife. apparently, he had strangled her, bagged her, and left her body in front of an electrical pole — not 50 feet from where we were all sitting. so of course my mother, who has a strong 6th sense, decides to go over to the pole to check it out.
as soon as my mother went over there, you could see she wasn’t comfortable anymore. she definitely felt bad vibes over by the pole… she sat back down in the lawn chair to try to digest what she had just felt, and not even minutes later, this tiny black bird comes bee lining for my mother. i was kneeling in front of my mother and i was trying to tell everyone it was coming right for us, and no one heard me. my mother didn’t even realize what was going on, i’m guessing it was because it was really late at night, so no one saw it. the bird finally decided to land, and it was right on my mother’s knee…
the bird sat there for quite some time after that. my mother was petting it and stroking it’s head, trying to relax it and protect it. it was such a strange situation for all of us, mainly because of how late at night it was. it wouldn’t leave my mother. it came time to going home and it would not budge. we all thought there was something wrong with it, because it wasn’t flying away. in fact, my mother was parked in the back near a wooden log fence, and she put the bird on one of the posts and it just sat there. we were all worried that the bird could potentially get eaten by a cat or raccoon or something, so my mom didn’t want to leave it there.
it finally dawned on my mother that maybe there was more to this bird than meets the eye. she asked peter and clara’s landlord what the name of the woman of the body that they had found was, and he had said “lisa”.
my mother picked the bird up and said “lisa, it’s okay now, you’re safe… you can go now, go rest”, and it finally flew away.
articles on lisa’s murder(er):