What WAS NOT usual was what happened immediately upon our arrival home. now i've come a long way from my mental fall out(s) and i was pretty happy that yesterday, april 17, marked my one yr anniversary of no more booze, and also the day i was put on medication for my depression and phobias, but moreover, it had been a full year since my last full blown panic attack...meaning of course, on the late night drive home, my thoughts were racing--naturally, my 20 yr old son james was driving my car as sure, i've come a long way, but i still have yet to get back to driving, and because i was i was having irrational thoughts about, whoa, what if--the two words i have been counseled never to use--i freak out now thus not reaching my full yr or whatever! making the ride home anxiety ridden and keeping me on the edge. really nothing new there though.
So we made it home and our 9 yr old rat terrier, roxy, greeted us excitedly and james flipped on his favorite kitchen light over the sink and we sat in the living room. just then the kitchen light, the bulb of which he had just replaced not even a week ago, started to flicker and shimmer and then went out. fine. but allow me to digress....for several months now, i have been feeling something lightly walking on my bed. it almost feels like how a dog heavier than 12 pound roxy would feel if said dog was walking on my mattress. once, i even felt it from under the mattress--i was lying on my bed and then thump, the mattress just was bumped from underneath, causing me to even move. i always quickly look to see where roxy is and she's always sleeping quietly in her doggie bed by my closet door. i've told james about these weird bed things, but just blew it off.
Last month my dad was here, talking about he is going to cover the living room floor vents as i am soon going to have new carpet installed. He did his measuring etc and came back a few days later to do the job. but, the day after he was first here, i came out of my bedroom about 10am, walking towards the computer desk in the living room, and right then and there in full frontal view, i saw a white wispy mist, swirling up from near the floor vent nxt to the coffee table--it was about two feet long and about six inches wide, and it wafted up and swirled and curled itself around back floorward, under the coffee table towards the yet to be covered floor vent and disappeared. i was transfixed, but yet not afraid. no fear at all, did i feel. and i've thought about that mist many times since then and have told several family members about it.
Ironically, just a few days ago, i told james how i'm still feeling the mattress walker on my bed, and in fact just last week, two nights in a row, it was a different thing: me laying in bed, tv on, i'm half asleep, but then as clear as day, i feel something jump onto my bed, strong enough to jostle me from my sleep, and wake up, look around, see roxy in her bed. very strange. james said, wow, that he did not know that that was still happening. i said, for sure, but i just don't talk about it...
Now, back to arriving home last night...when the kitchen light first flickered and went out, i thought to myself: why not talk to the spirit, so i did. i said, ok, you must be my bed walker, can you turn that light back on? and the light came back on, then went out. james and i looked at each other nervously, with wide eyes. i said to the ghost: oh well, once is just a coincidence, do it again and then maybe i'll believe you are real. and, just like that, on perfect cue, the light blinked back on for a good 5 seconds, then went out. james and i talked about it for a few minutes, and then not to be put off, i requested that the ghost prove just one last time that it can do it again, to please just try, even if you are feeling drained. well, the light, to our chilling surprise, qucikly flashed on and held itself on for several seconds then blinked out. meanwhile, roxy had hid behind our tv shelf. james and i discussed this phenomenon for at least 30 minutes. roxy slinked out from behind the shelf and with her tail tucked, stayed close by my side. she was shaking slightly. i asked: what's wrong girl, what's wrong? her ears perked up in answer to my questions and i said: go get it, roxy. and whenever in the past i say to her: go get it--she instantly runs to the front door but this time she made a few steps towards the kitchen then stopped in her tracks and came back to my side, trembling again. and then she would stare off into the kitchen. very odd. i told james, ok, it's been over 30 minutes since we've asked the ghost to turn the light back on, as we were waiting to see if the light would turn on without our request--which it had not. i said, ok the bulb is for sure dead now; i said good night to the ghost and just then the light blinked on and off, ON CUE! that's when i said, no more, and got up and turned off the light switch. almost immediately, roxy was herself again.
And, we all went to bed.
Now, what the hell was that all about?
Next day: When james got home from his job at around 8pm, i told him to turn on the kithchen light and see if the ghost wants to talk. he flipped on the switch, no light came on, so i said--hello ghost, oh well, looks like you are as dead as that bulb. (yes, a little provoking, as for sure by now, that bulb would not come on again) but it did! right on cue. i said, thankyou ghost. and the light blinked on and off again, as if to say you're welcome. james and i just looked at each other in uneasy amazement....i said, well, now i'm freaked out. and the light blinked on and off. i replied to the ghost--oh you like that i'm freaked out, huh? and there again, the light came on then off. that's when i said, ok, time to change the bulb, which james promptly did.
All i can say is--much like every other skeptic--it had to be just a crazy bulb, one that just so happened to perfectly know when to respond to my questions and/or comments...c'mon, is that really so hard to believe??? no harm in a little defying of logic, now is there? hmmmm...?
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