Last night my little boy came into my bed all scared because he’d had “two bad dreams.” He climbed under the duvet and squashed right up to me with just his eyes peering over the top. And he lay there totally rigid.
I held him tight to make him feel safe and just as I was beginning to feel very hot and uncomfortable and desperate to turn over, he slowly turned his head to me and whispered in a really slow ‘I see dead people’ voice…
“Mum, I’m going to tell you something and when you answer you must whisper. Don’t speak loudly, ok?”
“OK.”
“I’ve just seen a ghost.”
It totally spooked me!
I don’t believe in ghosts. My husband’s father says he has seen one and my husband’s brother also says he’s seen one so maybe it’s a genetic thing, who knows? But I’ve never seen one and until I do, I’m very sceptical.
But my son totally spooked me out last night.
“It’s just in your mind sweetie because of your bad dream.” (Now I’m using the ‘I see dead people’ voice).
“No, I really did see one…in the corner…white and grey…just stood there, looking at us.”
Right. Stop it now!
I kid you not - my legs were quivering and I was hardly breathing in case it heard me or saw me move. But next door’s dog could have heard my wildly thumping heart, never mind the ghoul in the corner, evoked by my son’s imagination.
Of course we eventually fell asleep and Casper faded away into the morning light but isn’t it funny how our minds, in the dark, can make us really believe we are sensing all kinds of phenomena. I haven’t been that scared of the dark since I watched The Exorcist many moons ago.
And right now…I have to switch off and go to bed. And the lights are all off. And the nearest light switch is outside my bedroom door. And my bedroom door is along the dark landing. And I have to walk past my son’s room then pass the top of the stairs (I really hate that bit) then pass the bathroom before I reach safety the light switch.
Gulp!
In my opinion it is the hidden strength of our brains that makes us imagine we see things. Many times I’ve awakened truly convinced my last dream was reality.
Oh I love this stuff earthpal. I love scary movies. When Mimi is away on a trip overnight I’ll sometimes get a creepy movie or read a creepy book and turn all the lights out and just scare the crap out of myself. The best part is that sensation you described. Turning your back on dark corners in your house as you make your way to the safety of a book and a night light in the sanctuary of the covers.
This is also my favorite part of camping backcountry.
The crackling and glow of the fire has gone out, and the wind dies down. And you just lay there in the tent listening to the sounds of the darkness. Oh, I love that.
But I rarely have spooky dreams anymore. When I was a kid….. oh man. I used to freak my parents out all the time. I’d sleep walk into their bedroom in the middle of the night with my eyes wide open explaining a terrible dream. My mom would just freak. She’d have to shake me out of the dream. Thanks for creeping me out a little here on a bright white snowy afternoon in Nova Scotia.
cheers………boo!
Boo! …to you guys too. (sound of creeking door….)
Great. I now have to walk through the long and dark corridor to brush my teeth in the bathroom…
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Lovely stuff, Earthpal, you keep making me smile (and think of course!).
Jose, yes, I believe the mind is very powerful…more so than we realise. I too sometimes have vivid dreams that feel so real. Some are really good, like I’ve just lived a movie or something and some are just bizarre. Lol.
Loneranger, LOL. My brothers loved to scare the life out of me when I was little. They would wait until our parents had gone out for the evening, then they would do things like open the attic door and pretend it wasn’t them or one would go outside and bang like mad on all the doors and windows. Did I say I had major hang-ups? Lol.
Matt, Don’t do that! My nerves can’t take it! Tee hee.
Yellowduck, thank you. You’re a love. Watch out for that squeaky floorboard when you got to brush your teeth. Might wake up the ghoulies.
Once upon a time up in the deep dark back waters of the Highlands (Scotland), my partner & I lived for a few weeks in a cottage on an estate. After a while we realised there was more than just the two of us residing within those four walls.
There was the creepy sensation of being watched. Not all of the time, just at certain times. It was rather unsettling at first and then we began to wonder who this ghost might be ….
Then one day as I walked down the stairs, there he was staring back at me (BOO! …. Arrrrrggghhhh!!). A painting sat there on the wall with the picture of a gent from centuries ago. His eyes bore into me. Shiver down my spine.
My mind then switched rapidly to the central question once you’ve accepted the presence of a spirit … nasty or friendly. I never did quite work that one out.
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Spookkaaay. Lol.
Those old paintings can really make you shiver. I can remember how spooky it felt when the eyes of portrait paintings always followed me around the room. That was, of course, before I understood why they did this.
ah the unexplainable. why is it that you DO feel it when you are being watched? And why did my friend wake up in the middle of the night and write me an email because she was worried about me at the same time that I was texting her?
Interesting. You see, this is what I mean about the power of the mind. Most of us have lost the ability to “tune in” to each other but I’m sure it was an instinctive part of our nature until we got clogged up with synthetic life.
Hey, I was just thinking that.
“Wooooo-o-o-o-o-o-0!” from Casper the Cuban!
Scary!!
How did you get here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be doing the salsa somewhere in Fidel country?
Just taking a little break from all that to check all is well with you! It’s ‘different’ here in Cuba, I’ll blog about it on Wednesday! I had a couple of dance lessons, but nothing that would match up to your jelly-dancing!
Looking forward to it Missy. Enjoy the rest of your stay there and take care.xxx
[...] She told me that sometimes she hears noises when there’s no-one else in the house. Noises such as footsteps on the stairs, rustling in the wardrobes - the classic ones. And sometimes she feels a presence in the room. The other night she was convinced that someone was sitting on her bed (I remember this; she did actually shout in a panic for me to go up to her because she was so freaked out). She also mentioned the time when her brother said he saw a ghost in my bedroom (I almost burst out laughing here because I remembered it well. I even blogged about it here). [...]