As the title suggests, I’m writing today to update you on my paranormal happenings. Many of you have asked, so here you go!!
You know the drill. Any questions, any thoughts…
Imagine an uneventful evening at home, playing video games. Just the two of us.
There was a movement in the hallway. A shadow.
I saw it, but stayed silent. It was typical for me. Not for him, though. The shadow immediately caught his attention. He stopped what he was doing and stared down the hallway. There was a hesitation, him being a nonbeliever. But we both saw it. We were sure of it.
The shadow moved across the wall, and, just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. That was it.
Silence engulfed the room.
* * *
A typical night at home, watching television. Dinner had already been cleaned up. All the fur babies were taken care of. All that was left was to relax.
A shock of pain came across me. Feelings of a headache.
I walk the few feet to the doorway, inches from the restroom where the medicine is kept. To my shock, I find the door closed. I froze in my steps. I questioned what I found, only to learn that neither of us had closed the door.
I tested some possible ideas, but nothing could have caused it. It didn’t make sense. Nothing was out of place. No other oddities. There weren’t even any noises, even though the door always squeaks.
Simply another mystery of my paranormal life.
* * *
This occurred several months back. I’ve just hesitated telling the story. It was too real.
It was late in the night. There were three of us in the house this time. The usual two, plus his little. I was the only one awake, barely, but awake. The television was on, slightly giving light to the room.
I’m not sure what, but something made me sit up and look at the doorway. I don’t remember a noise. Just a feeling.
There was someone peering into our room. I could only see half the figure. The rest, including the face, was blocked. I could see what looked like a long-sleeve nightgown, on a short frame. Light blue. Flowers.
I blinked, and it was gone. Vanished.
I wasn’t scared. Wasn’t too sure of what I saw. I shrugged it off and let myself drift into sleep.
The following morning, as I was getting ready for church, the little caught my attention. I noticed what she was wearing. Short-sleeve. A dark purple. My Little Ponies, I believe.
It wasn’t long-sleeve. It wasn’t light blue. And there were definitely no flowers.
It wasn’t her I saw the night before. In that moment, the realization hit me. Tears filled my eyes. The night before, I saw my great-grandmother. I knew this was true to the core of my being.
See, my great-grandmother wore long-sleeve nightgowns because she was always cold. And she was such a petite lady.
The house I’m living in was my grandmother’s. My great-grandmother lived with her for some time, in her final days.
This home has so many memories. I feel the life in the house. I hear the noises. I know we’re not alone. Of that I’m sure.
Why am I sharing this today?
I’ve never feared what I felt in my house. The noises only intrigued me. The shadows, the clothed figures… I felt almost a peace.
This morning, I felt I wasn’t alone. There were noises. The feeling of being watched.
Only this time, for the first time, I was scared. There was no peace. It was fear.
I’m not sure what this means. I don’t know what any of it means.
What I do know is this… We are not alone.