Yep…Halloween. A time where kids dress up and go “trick or treating” for candy; as for the adults, we dress up and validate it as “cosplay” and relive our childhood once again. Halloween was always something that I looked forward to as a child, but once I grew older it just didn’t appeal to me as much. I just brushed it off as another day and knew that it would soon be Thanksgiving. I’ve never took stock in the supernatural even though I’ve heard many “stories”, granted they were all secondhand or in most cases fifth or sixth hand.
Back in college, me and a host of my friends tried to make an attempt to see if any of what we heard was true. But unfortunately, nothing came to pass and we just brushed it off as a whole lot of bunk.
When reality TV started up and shows featuring paranormal investigators popped on the tube, I watched with skepticism and knew it was more of an entertainment value on my end. This went on for 10 plus years and I was beginning to grow a bit tired of the “same old” scenes. That is until two years ago.
It was a normal night and I had gone to bed; a trip to the bathroom awoke me from my slumber. It was about 230 in the morning and I scanned the clock on my nightstand. I trudged out of bed and sluggishly made my way down the hall to the bathroom. The motion sensor light, installed in our hallway so that we could make a safe passage to the bathroom in our half asleep state, triggered. I made my way down and passed the living room.
Out of the corner of my eye this is what I had saw…
Seeing this stopped me in my tracks. I immediately thought it was an intruder that had broken into my home, so I switched on the living room lights and readied myself. Nobody. My mind was inundated with all thoughts of what I could have possibly seen. I didn’t want to admit that it was a “ghost” of some sort. I went about my business and went back to bed. The next day I had told my wife of this incident and she just chalked it to the drowsy state my mind was in. Sounded reasonable. And that was that.
A few weeks later, it was a normal night and my son was having a hard time sleeping. As a doting father, I offered to lay next to him until he went to sleep. Well, one thing led to another and I had drifted off to sleep.
Something poking the arch of my left foot awoke me; it happened several more times. It felt as if someone’s finger was forcibly pushed into my arch over and over and over. It was strange nonetheless and I assumed it was my little Yorkshire Terrier trying to get my attention so that I could lift him onto the bed. To my shock, my little Yorkie was laying sound asleep in between me and my son.
A chill ran down my back, you know the kind you get when all the hairs on your body stand on its end and you get that unusual “tingle” all throughout. I just froze and didn’t know what to do. Thoughts of the supernatural crept into my somnolent mind; didn’t want to look towards my foot for fear of seeing that shadow apparition. First thing that popped in my head…say a prayer. The power of prayer should get me out of this mess. I said every prayer that I knew from all those years of going to catholic school and church.
That calmed me for a moment but I was still a bit startled. I checked the clock on my son’s nightstand and it read “2:30am.” WHAT?! Was this coincidence? At that point I didn’t care, I summoned up what little courage I had and hopped out of bed to turn on the lights. Nobody. Nothing. Safe to say, I had a hard time going back to sleep after that.
I told my wife of this but she again felt that I was just dreaming the whole thing up. Since that time, whenever I was up alone at night and had to traverse about the house, I would flip the switch of every room if it meant getting me to my destination in the light.
Suffice to say nothing has happened since then and I’m am now back to watching those reality shows on the paranormal with greater interest knowing that something “unexplainable” happened to me.
In a way I hope to encounter another paranormal experience but yet not.