So, that happened…
OK, I have been putting off this post for a few days now; but before I start this, let me confess this one thing. As much as I like ghost stories, I can honestly say I have never really believed that ghosts exist. In fact, whenever I hear someone tell a story like I am about to, inside my head I am thinking, “whatever jackass.” Well folks, irony tastes like bitter, sour ashes.
Sooo, last week I woke up around 4:30 and could not get back to sleep. I just sat there and stared at my ceiling. For those people that have never visited my place, I live on the top floor of a small, yellow house. It’s more like a loft than a top floor, and is broken down into two small rooms. The back room is my bedroom and the front room is my office, which overlooks the kitchen. Now that that’s out of the way, I am laying there, staring at my ceiling; and I glance forward at my TV. The stove light is on in the kitchen, so everything in my front room is silhouetted in solid black. I was staring at all the little LED lights on all the electronics on my TV stand when someone casually walk up my stairs and knelled down in front of my TV. Like I said, everything in that front room was in silhouette, but I could tell this person was a woman. At this point a lot of things were flying through my head. First off, I am a sleepwalker. I also have waking dreams quite frequently; so when I first saw her, I wasn’t really convinced that I was awake. So, I sat up and just stared at her. I sat there and stared for at least five LONG minutes. The whole time she never turned around, and was intently doing something to one of the items on my TV stand. Finally, I realized I wasn’t imagining this and I was indeed a wake. I began to think that maybe it was one of my roommates, Jackie — but what the hell was she doing in my room at 4:30 in the morning, and what was she doing going through my electronics. What if it was even worse, and this person just broke into my house. They are sure taking there sweet time if they were trying to rob me. They still haven’t turned around, so maybe they didn’t even now that I am sitting here. At this point, being more angry than scared, I got out of bed and slowly walked over to the intruder. AND… this is where the story becomes weird and a little hard to explain. I walked through the doorway and was about 3 feet from my TV when I saw the strangest thing I have ever seen in my life. The intruder never turned around to look at me, but when I got close to her, she put up both of her arms on either side of her pointing directly out — like a T. Then, she actually spit down the middle like a mist. The mist collected around where her shoulders were — SO, at this point all that was left of her were two floating arms. Finally, the mist shot STRAIT OUT through it’s hands and disappeared. This all happened so fast that it took a couple seconds for my brain to process what the hell just happened. I ran to the railing to see if anyone was down in the kitchen, and, of coarse, no one was there.
I can’t really explain what was going through my head at this point. I wasn’t really afraid, I was just kind of confused. I stood there staring down at the kitchen for what felt like an hour just trying to comprehend what I just saw. And finally I had to ask myself, “Did I just see a ghost?” I really don’t know why I did this next, but I went over and touched everything on my entertainment center. I think I was looking for ectoplasm or something(yeah, I have seen Ghostbusers a million times), but I did notice that everything on there was strangely cold; and it was pretty warm in my room. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep the rest of the night; and I almost starting calling people right then. Like I said, this happened a week ago; and I haven’t really slept much since. I have to admit the longer I contemplate what happened, the more disconcerted I feel. I feel like everything I have come to believe in has been turned on it’s head. I don’t want to sound like a drama queen here, but it is not a great feeling.
Anyway, I welcome any comments any of you might have. For dinner I had the Jimmy Johns’ number 10 Hunter’s Club sub (a delicious, rare roast beef sandwich), on french bread with some salt and vinegar chips. And before I went to bed, I watched Kung-Fu Panda.
I didn’t feel like drawing what I saw, so I attached this Carvel ice cream ad instead for DUMPY THE PUMPKIN and WICKY THE WITCH. If I saw Wicky floating in my room that night, I probably would have started bleeding form my eyes. Enjoy.