I guess it started when I was about four years old.
Was it a dream? ... I'm still not sure.
All I have now is a shadow-gray memory of an event… a sketch from an instance
of sleep that was abruptly interrupted. On the night in reminiscence, I
awakened with a start and stared into the darkness wide-eyed, attempting to
absorb any bit of light that crept into my room from under doorways or beyond window
shades. The effort was futile and only the swirling images of darkness filled
gaping pupils. I can recall a sick feeling of exposure... or maybe
vulnerability is a better term. It became consuming in the darkest moment of
night and no amount of covers pulled overhead could diminish its power. On this
particular night, the feeling was overwhelming. All senses, with the exception
of sight, were heightened to superhuman levels. I was frozen in position:
straight-skyward, white knuckled, covers bellowing from flared nostrils,
invisible in the darkness. Short panicked breaths escaped my body and enveloped
the room with sound. Something was about to happen and I new it. I could sense
it.
That was when I felt something…
Something physical this time.
There was no super-human monster, no maniacal disembodied laughter, no tunnel
of light, just a simple and deliberate tug… then another… and another.
Slowly and methodically the pillow that occupied the space between my head and
mattress was being pulled from its comfortable residence. I was terrified and
unable to move, speak, or scream as the tugs became a steady pull and my head
came to rest on the harder surface of the bed. I watched with wide eyes... The
pillow drifted overhead and the contrast of its white surface became consumed
by the blackness as it disappeared into the abyss.
I laid there quietly on my back for a long time and waited for the next thing
to happen, but the next thing never came. Eventually, exhaustion overcame fear,
eyelids closed over dry eyes and I drifted back into sleep. By mid-morning the
next day, I had successfully convinced myself that this had only been a dream.
The one disparity in my theory was the pillow that was still absent from the
head of my bed. I remember asking my mom if she had seen it, to which she
replied, “No, but I’m sure it’s around here somewhere.” To my recollection it
was never found.
This could easily be attributed to some hazy memory of a childhood overactive
imagination, but the most unusual and eerie part of this story is not what
occurred on this night, but the events that have followed ever since. I have
had at least one such occurrence in almost every house I have lived in:
Homedale Dr.- Told my
parents I heard “footprints” around my bed at night.
Wilmington Ct. - Had a
dream that someone was calling my name. Opened my eyes to hear it called
out one last time. Everyone else in the house was asleep.
Lischey Dr. - Everyone
agreed that this was an exceptionally creepy house. It was built in 1803
and came complete with the original family plot next to the driveway. One
night while sleeping in this house, I had the same sense of vulnerability
I had had as a child. It became equally as overwhelming, and when it had
reached the pinnacle of sensation, I knew that something was about to
happen. Suddenly, the bedroom light overhead came on by itself causing me
to scream and, subsequently, Kristy to almost go into cardiac arrest.
Fairwin Ave. Kristy’s
brother, Steven, helped us move into this house. We had unpacked, plugged a
few things in, and were calling it a night over a couple of beers. Steven
looked at me and said, “You know, this house has a much better vibe than
the last one“ (Lischey) Just then the answering machine that was six feet away
came on and played-back our outgoing message. Our phone service was not
yet turned on, so it couldn't have been caused by an incoming call.
Brookmeadow Ct. “ This was
a brand new house, but the strangest things happened here. The smoke
alarms would go off in each room, one after the other, but only for about
one second each. The doorbell would ring randomly. We would go to answer
the door and there would be no one. We assumed this was a practical joker
so we left the door opened and watched through the glass storm-door. It
was only a matter of minutes before the doorbell rang again. We were both
watching (Kristy and I) and still, not a visible soul.
We haven’t had too many strange occurrences in the new house, or really any
since the kids have come along.
Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and heard Lucas crying. I
dragged myself out of bed, went up to his room, and stuck my head in the door to
see what was the matter. I think I had a bad dream”, He said. I sat next to him
on the bed, gathered him up, and reassured him that everything would be ok.
“Daddy?” he said quietly as he pulled himself up close to my ear. He whispered,
“Have you seen my pillow?”
Wow, once again, as always, I am fumbling to find the words as an audience to your writing... I love your artistic embellishment at the end!! I also love writing like that too... not too much, but just enough creativity added to something so real and true to life to add that catchy brilliant twist (yes, brilliant is like the only word that I keep coming up with to describe your artistic intentions as a writer).
Your descriptive imagery is astounding in this story! I saw and felt everything! You took me there, with you as a scared little 4-year-old and the 4-year-old me was with trepidation holding your covers overheard too and gripping your hand too tightly...
This writing is so sophisticated and elegant. You mastered liquid descriptions of the scenes and brought the reader into the haunting with you... I smiled about the hint of innocence against such richly elegant words in the image of you with covers overhead.. the child in all of us can relate to that childlike fear of the unknown in the dark.
Yeah, dude....you NEED an exorcist!!!!! I don't really do all that 'bump in the night" or the stereo typical horror films but this had me gripped and them that last sentence...spine chilling. I hear Ghostbusters have spaces in their diary!!! Get on that....stat! Lol
I'd say thankyou for that but....yeah...gripping read! I'm assuming it's true to life??
White light and warm blessings (I have a feeling you need it!)
saphy (x)
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
Thank You!
...all true except the last paragraph. That was an artistic embellishment.