I’ve decided to write something a little off the beaten path today. I had an experience last night that reminded me that I have experiences like it all the time. They've become a part of my life. Frankly, I have this blog, and I need to use it, to get myself out there more, but I find it very difficult. I'm just not a talker and I hate talking about myself the most, because honestly, some of the stuff I think about most days would likely get me put into the looney bin. But...in the off chance of sounding completely crazy, I thought I’d share anyway.
You already know that I not only believe in angels, but I talk to them too. Well, I’ve also had a lot of paranormal experiences. So I thought I’d share a few.
For me, it all started when we bought our house. Suddenly I was seeing things out the corner of my eye. I’d be sitting in the living room, and out the corner of my eye I’d see what looked like someone peeking around the corner, watching me. But every time I’d look at it head on, there was nobody there. I saw it so often that I began to wonder, am I seeing things? Losing my marbles? But my oldest later told me he’d seen the exact same thing.
Ever had that eerie sense that you’re being watched, the one that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end? I started feeling that too. I swear the walls of this house have eyes. It’s really strong in my bedroom and the master bathroom. Getting undressed and taking a shower (and yup, intimacy with my husband) gets a little weird for me.
Standing in the master bathroom, looking into the big mirror that covers the wall, I can see the bedroom behind me, along with the bedroom doorway and the hallway beyond. While standing there doing my thing (brushing my teeth, hair, etc) I routinely see what looks like someone walking down the hallway, past the bedroom doorway. It’s like seeing my son come out of his bedroom on his way to the kitchen…except my son isn’t home.
Now, being alone in the house and being eerily aware that I wasn’t alone really freaked me out at first. I will admit to being a HUGE chicken butt. Lol Being the religious (but slightly naïve) soul that I am, I began wearing a couple of cross necklaces. Like somehow wearing them would ward off the ghosts in my house. But…the point in telling you this… the chains of those necklaces used to twist themselves together while I was wearing them. I could feel them moving against my skin, then would look down and watch the chains move. The crucifix used to flip completely over. I even had my son and his friend witness it, ‘cause I thought I was going mad. If I wore those chains laying against my shirt, out where everybody can see them, you know, they'd invariably tuck themselves inside my shirt...so they were laying against my skin.
I’ve been touched numerous times. One that stands out in my mind… I was sitting in the kitchen, where I keep my laptop, when I felt someone take my left hand. I felt skin, fingers, warmth, everything. It was a friendly touch, gave me the sense of comfort, like an offer of support, which was appreciated at the time because it had been a particularly bad day.
More times than I can count, I’ve been laying in bed, trying to fall asleep, or having just woken up, and felt someone lay a hand on the back of my shoulder. Again, I can feel actual fingers, but this one is a warm touch. Like heat radiates outward from the touch to fill my entire body. If I'm cold when I feel the touch, a minute later I'm sweating. The touch also calms me. If I'm scared (nightmares, for example), someone touches me and I'm suddenly (and instantly) calm and drifting back to sleep. I suspect this one to be an angel.
Off and on my oldest and I smell cigarette smoke around the house, like someone's standing there with a lit cigarette. But my husband and I haven’t smoked in years.
My oldest has seen the shadow of a cat on the walls at night. Now, our cat died years ago, but the one he sees has a tail and our cat had a stump (Bentley was born with a deformed tail).
While lying in bed at night, I used feel something hop onto the end of the bed. Then I would feel four little paws walking up my body. It would then lay down on my chest and begin to purr. Yup, a kitty. I could feel the vibrations of the purring and everything. Very surreal.
And every night I go to sleep without my husband (cause he often stays up late, and I can’t do much past ten p.m.), someone crawls into the bed behind me, laying on my husband’s side of the bed. I feel the mattress sink behind me, feel something settle over me, akin to the sensation of a blanket settling over your body. I haven’t figured out what or who this one is yet, but it’s another touch that calms me.
This stuff has been going on for over eight years now. I’ve gotten used to it. It no longer scares me as much as it used to, though I can’t say I’ve ever gotten used to that feeling of being watched. My walls still have eyes and I’m still not completely comfortable with it, but I don’t feel threatened anymore, so I’ve just come to accept it.
You know, I find it funny. Having all these experiences, you’d think I’d write paranormal, but I just can’t seem to do it. Whatever kind of mind it takes to be a paranormal writer, I just don’t apparently have.
If you’ve ever had paranormal experiences, I’d love to hear about them!