I like to think of myself as an
intelligent person. However wrong that
thought might be. Everyone is entitle to
their little delusions.
With that in mind, whenever I
watch a show like Ghost Hunters, or any other paranormal thing. I do so with a pretty large grain of
salt. Does it count as watching the show
if it is on when I walk into the room and sit down? I guess so, as I watch it once I’m there.
Thinking of the world the way
that I do, I don’t recognize ghosts as something that is real. Paranormal things in general as well. I do admit the possibility of alien
visitation, but find it unlikely.
I say all of that with great
seriousness, and solid conviction.
Except for two things. Two things
that happened, one of them more than once.
Once, in the mid-nineties, my
wife and I were staying in a hotel in Lansing.
We had a pretty nice room, probably had mad honeymoon period sex, the
works. At one point in the evening, and I
cannot recall what the heck we were doing.
I had my eyes closed, she had hers open.
I saw a flash of light. Saw it
the way you do through your eyelids, when someone turns on the bright overhead
light in a room, or flashes a flashbulb in a dark room. It only last a split second. At the same time, my wife exclaimed about
it. But she said that she saw someone,
or something in the room. She asked me
if I saw anything as well, I told her of
the flash I saw.
I can’t explain it. There was definitely a flash of light, I’m
certain. I have no idea what caused
it. I can’t verify what my wife saw, but
I certainly can’t disprove it.
That’s one thing.
The other thing involves our
house that we lived in for four years in Beekmantown, NY. It was a perfectly ordinary house, rather
nice as well. We were really happy
there. Something strange always seemed
to happen near the living room though.
When we would sit on the couch in the living room, we’d sometimes see
what seemed to be a small child peeking around the corner of the entrance to
the hallway. This hallway went to the
guest room, the bathroom, and the kid’s rooms.
At first, we assumed it was the kids, not wanting to sleep, and creeping
down the hallway to peek at us while we were in there. Many times, we’d tell them to go back to
bed. And a few times, one of us would
actually get up and move quickly to the hallway, hoping to catch the child and
put them back to bed. There was never
anyone there.
Well, I shouldn't say that. Occasionally, it was one of our kids,
and it would scare the crap out of us.
It added to the fun of the situation.
My wife and I both saw it, and no
matter how I tried to explain it away, it seemed strange. I’d tell myself it was a residual image from
the television on the back of my eye or something, or just a shadow, one that stood
there looking like a child.
Some other members of the family
saw it too. It was pretty strange. My oldest son claims to have seen a strange
child in his room as well. Not sure that
he would make that up so convincingly at that age.
We jokingly called it our ‘ghost’,
and it seemed harmless.
No sir, I do not believe in
ghosts, paranormal activity, and find alien visitation highly unlikely.
Except for those two things.
Cheers, with a glass of ghost
pale ale.
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