The Haunting of Henry Davis by Kathryn Siebel

It almost looked like he was trying hard not to. Even aside from being late, Henry didn’t make a great first impression. He took a step toward her, no doubt trying to ignore the fact that every kid in the room was staring at him. “Henry Davis,” Biniam said, looking around. Biniam was already taking attendance and telling us where to sit. I don’t pretend I can explain it all, even after everything that happened with Henry.Īll I know is that Henry appeared that first day of school in the doorway of our classroom. Or maybe, like with that little girl in England, it’s one lifetime overlapping the next. It’s a real thing, and nobody understands exactly how it works- except some scientists say it’s your brain confusing the past and the present. You know, the feeling that you already recognize a place, or a person, from the first moment. Biniam’s class on the first day of the fifth grade, there was something, well, familiar about Henry-which was impossible, really, because I’d never seen him before in my life. I don’t know how to explain it except to say that from the minute he walked into Ms. At nothing?īut maybe it’s something less obvious, like it was for me-with Henry.

And it just stops in its tracks at a certain spot and starts barking like crazy. But they’re all alone in their room just chattering away. “I’m sure I did.”Ĭreepy, right? And how would you have liked to be inside, sipping your tea or whatever, when the two of them showed up?Īnd then there are the kids with the “invisible friends.” Pretty common, really. “I think I used to live here,” the girl said. And then she hopped right out and pushed through the gate and ran toward this cottage-in the middle of nowhere. She screamed at her mother until she did it.

It seems they were driving in the country one day, and the little girl made her mother stop the car in front of this random house. It’s about a woman in England who claimed her daughter was reincarnated and started to remember every bit of her past life. And you have to be ready to uncover some things that you honestly can’t explain. Then, you have to start where I always do-with some research.

But let’s just say you’re a skeptic, a doubter, like I was. Usually, when one shows up in the middle of the night. Sometimes that changes suddenly, of course. If you want my actual opinion, I’d have to say that it comes down to this: either you believe in them or you don’t.

The Haunting of Henry Davis by Kathryn Siebel