I’ve never seen anyone sparkle in the sunlight, nor have I watched brains being devoured by some glassy eyed freak. These popular, yet, extreme forms of the paranormal seem to attract a lot of attention and I’m sure if they actually manifested themselves in our lives, the attention would be worthwhile. What I want to know is, if you have ever had what most consider a NORMAL paranormal experience? I know, it’s hard to put normal and paranormal into the same light, being that by definition, paranormal is not…well…normal. Here’s one definition:
Denoting events or phenomena such as telekinesis or clairvoyance that are beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding.
What I mean is have you ever seen a ghost or what you thought was a ghost? Had creepy cold fingers touch you in the middle of the night and no one was there? Seen lights or glowing eyes staring back at you from the darkness? Heard noises or music you could not explain?
I had an experience once, early in my marriage, where we were staying with the wife’s family sleeping on the pullout bed. Everyone was asleep except me and I lay awake listening to the sounds of the strange house. It made weird noises. Slowly, as I drifted off to sleep, right in the place where la la land is almost there, yet you are still barely hanging onto consciousness, something shook the bed and startled me back to alertness. Nothing was there. I dismissed it as my imagination and started to drift off again. Silence in the house now, and then I was startled awake again by the quick jolting of the sofa-bed. I sat up and stared into the gloom. I could see nothing out of the ordinary and my wife softly snoozed next to me, undisturbed. I thought maybe she had jostled the bed in her sleep so I lay back down trying to get comfortable. Drifting off once again, the bed shook more violently and I was fully awake in an instant and could actually here the springs of the bed creak. My wife mumbled but did not wake. Now, I thought maybe the kids were goofing off and were under the bed trying to mess with me. I leaned over and looked, but it was empty. No one was in the room but the wife and I. It took me a little longer to drift off again, but when I finally did, the bed shaking returned. I sat up and said loudly into the dark, “What?!” My wife woke up and asked what I said, and I asked her if she had felt the bed shaking. She said no, but she heard me talking. I lay awake for a while after that and don’t remember when I finally fell asleep. The bed traumatizations did not return. In the light of the morning, everything seemed trivial and unimportant, and it never happened again in all the years we slept on that bed when visiting.
My imagination or something else? Maybe I’ll never know.
If you’ve got a story or an event that happened to you that you could not explain or seemed just a little bit creepy, I’d love to hear about it. Leave a comment and tell us the tale.
As always in creepiness,