DURING the war, my husband was serving in France with the Tank Corps,
and it was during this time that I had my one and only experience of
the “uncanny,” although I actually saw nothing. I awoke one morning,
just at dawn (three o'clock) with the feeling that someone had
entered my room, and said to me “Will is in danger.” I thought I must
have been dreaming. I tried to go to sleep again, but found it
impossible. Each time I shut my eyes, I seemed to feel a presence in
the room, and to be conscious of the certain deadly peril of my
husband. I got up, after a time, and made myself a cup of tea, and, by
the aid of a book tried to get some more sleep. Things were no
better, however; my mind refused to dwell on what I was trying to
read, so I gave it up and lay just thinking until five o'clock. At
that time, quite suddenly, the weight seemed to be lifted from my
mind, and I was quite convinced that all was well. I just turned over
and went to sleep quite happily.
A few days afterwards, in my hubby's next letter, I read that on that
particular morning, he had been “over the top” for just those two
hours (in a "before breakfast stunt," he called it), and they were
the worst two hours he had experienced since he had been out there.