Two years ago I lived in an apartment with my brother. We lived near this guy that made a living as a doctor, and who was a good neighbor/friend. Once every few months or so Dr. Darrow would come over or call us up to check on my brother and I to make sure we were doing ok since my brother had a weak immune system and was always getting sick. He was just kind like that. One day he left for a business trip.
We didn’t hear from him at all within a few weeks after he left. After I think the fourth week we started to wonder what was happening because he said he would be gone for only two weeks. But a few days later, our phone rang at three in the morning. It woke me up so I got out of bed to go answer it wondering who in the world would be calling at this time. Sure enough it was Dr. Darrow on the caller ID. But it was weird. When I answered at first all I heard was static. At first I thought he just had bad service wherever he was. I said hello and asked where he’d been and what was going on. I could barely hear him almost whispering through the static. But I could tell it was his voice. He said “I’m coming over, set the table for three”, and that’s all I heard before the call was disconnected.
I was confused, especially since he was calling at three in the morning. By this time my brother had woken up. He walked to the window and looked out I guess he was trying to see Dr. Darrow’s apartment. And this all happened about a minute or less after my call was cut off; my brother suddenly gasped loudly and jumped back away from the window. All of a sudden he was in a panic and freaking out about something. He ran across the room into the kitchen area by the fridge where I was. He said “I saw something!” He described to me a figure, completely shaded but looked like a person walking by our window and suddenly disappearing into thin air. I didn’t believe him completely at first. But his voice sounded really panicked. I told him that it was his imagination, but really I just had no explanation for it.
About five minutes or so after that happened we were sitting by the kitchen counter still talking about it because neither of us could get back to sleep. I was telling him about the weird call I got from Dr. Darrow when out of nowhere we heard a very slight ‘thump’ sound. We were both silent then looking for where the sound came from. We quickly realized that it came from where the kitchen table was.
The second we looked across the room at the table we both saw my half empty cup of water from earlier literally fly off the table toward us. Literally like someone just swatted or threw the cup off the table at us. The cup flew with such force that it hit the floor landing directly in front of us all the way across the room spilling water on the floor. We were so shocked we couldn’t speak. I immediately grabbed my brother’s arm and out of the kitchen area and into the closest room with a door. I turned all the lights on and we both just sat there in complete shock, scared out of our minds. There was NO way of explaining what happened at all.
Later that week I learned from the newspaper and other tenants who lived around us that Dr. Darrow had died of sudden heart failure a week BEFORE that night. I couldn’t believe it. I had talked to him after he died. I started to put all the pieces together then. I remembered the one thing he said on the phone, “I’m coming over, set your table for three” and the crazy activity we experienced made a little bit of sense. Dr. Darrow did indeed visit us that night.