Over the last few days, spooky occurrences have been occurring.
On Friday night the cats were freaking out, chasing absolutely nothing with great glee around the living room. I know, cats often do that… only this time, the imaginary things they were chasing appeared to be in mid air, and my cats do not normally do that. At one point, one of Dexter’s hallucinations must have landed near my legs, because he just sat in front of me staring at them for a few minutes. As this was happening, I noted a draft which had not been there before against my ankles, but I didn’t think much of it at the time.
Saturday night, after returning from the VNV Nation concert in Rochester and listening to Art Bell talk about shadow people (which I’ve been familiar with and fascinated by for several months) during the car ride home, we decided to amuse ourselves by sharing first and second hand ghost stories (hearing other people’s purportedly true tales of the paranormal is something I’ve always loved).
This led to a discussion of Hypnogogia, which both Krissy and I have experienced in the past, and a realization that both of us not only share the general experience, but a specific manifestation. Both of us, she as a child and I as a teenager, have ‘woken’ to see the disembodied green face of an old man hovering above our beds, vivid at first and fading into the distance. This, of course, was a rather odd coincidence, and more than a touch creepy, and led us to wonder whether this is a common experience (I later found out that another friend has had a similar experience, only the face he saw was of someone he knew that had died).
Krissy later told me that as this conversation was occurring she saw a floating grey orb near us, and when she looked at me to see if I saw it too, I was apparently staring at it, though I don’t recall seeing anything at the time.
Which brings us to last night, and the spookiest occurrence to date. I was preparing for bed and I went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, and starting cleaning up. As I examined myself in the mirror, I heard one of the cats playing with the shower curtain in the bathtub behind me, batting at the curtain and pulling it along the pole slightly. This in itself isn’t odd, so I ignored it, carrying on with my business. When I later turned behind me to look to see if the cat, now quiet, was ready to leave the room, there was no cat.
I, surprisingly, wasn’t that freaked out at first (though I did finish cleaning up with the door open after that). Though soon every time I looked into the mirror it was with a sense of dread, partly expecting to see something standing in the tub behind me, or the shower curtain moving of its own accord.
The observant will surely note that this seems tailor-made to freak me out, given my favorite childhood nightmare. Krissy noted that not only did this involve mirrors, but also cats, who also featured prominently in said nightmare.
