I promised to tell this story and the rainy and windy-wild weather of the past 24 hours makes tonight seem like the perfect time.
A week or so ago, there was a night in which I was home alone until around midnight. I didn’t think twice about being home alone, since I am usually not afraid in my house. At some point in the evening, I got the distinct impression that the spirit sisters wanted to communicate with me and that their message was that I was going to start seeing spirits again. (It has been a few years since I’ve seen a full-blown spirit or astral being, rather than just seeing streaks of light or darkness.) I thanked the spirit sisters and hoped that I would get a dream visit from them or possibly from Leon.
By the time I was upstairs taking out my contacts, my mind was on other things ~ that is, until I heard a loud, strange moan coming from what sounded like less than 10 or 15 feet away from me. It actually sounded like the exaggerated ghostly moaning often featured on the Scooby Doo show, when some (human) villain was trying to sound like a ghost.
Fear shot through my body as a flash of heat, than I got goosebumps so quickly I literally shivered ~ my reaction was immediate and physical. I actually thought Dudley or someone was in the house trying to scare me so I searched through the rooms upstairs. I even looked under the bed, thinking if someone was under there, it would take them longer to get out from such a tight spot then it would take me to run out of the house. But there was no one there.
Just then, Dudley texted that he’d be home in a few minutes. Which helped me stay calm when, a few minutes later, I heard cheerful whistling coming from the corner of my room.
When Dudley got home, I told him what had happened. He said he was surprised I was brave enough to look under the bed. I told him my theory about being able to move faster than someone wedged in the smallish space between the bed and the floor. He said, “But what if it had been a ghost under the bed?”
I have to admit, that possibility had not occurred to me. I’ve lived in a spirit-filled house for more than 20 years and it never crossed my mind that a ghost might be hanging out under the bed. And now I have to NOT think of it, or I’ll never get a decent night’s sleep again ~ Gee, thanks honey! I am happy to report that, except for my iPhone issuing an unexpected flash flood warning this morning at 2 a.m., (or was it 3 a.m.?) the nights since then have been pretty peaceful.
(The photo accompanying this post was taken by a young friend at her house during a storm early this spring. I thought it was such a powerful image, I asked for permission to use it, which she and her parents graciously granted.)
