Okay, dudes... I know Halloween is over, and I might should have mentioned this around then, just for atmospheric creepiness, but I honestly forgot until last week! It hadn't bothered me, whatever is going on, since I switched lights. Confused?
Well, allow me to begin with: I have mentioned this a long time ago but it was when I had, like, 5 followers or something so I will start at the beginning.
I don't know if I believe in ghosts. I can't say that I DON'T but I can't say that I do either. It seems possible in some ways and in others, I'm a skeptic through and through. But none of that changes the fact that even my cats think something is up with this corner of my bedroom.
This is my room, basically. No...not proportional because I am no architect but it will do to show you what corner I mean and give you a good picture in your mind. ANYWAY.
So when we moved into this house this year I started noticing weird things on my side of the bed. The hubs will go to sleep with a live band in the room, nothing phases him. But I have to get comfy, relax, and drift off which takes time. In the beginning I had one of those touch lamps that had the 3 light settings. Dim, Dimish, Not-as-Dim.
So one night, I'm drifting and he's zonked out as usual. Then I hear something. It's like a thud on the wall by me, next to the big window. To this day, I still donno what it was or wasn't but I woke Shane up to ask if he heard that, because that's what made sense. He's sleeping, so of course I would need to ask if he heard something. I really do realize the sense that makes...He didn't hear a thing, naturally.
When I wake up in the morning the lamp is on the second setting. Now, I very well could have touched it in the night. I have no idea if I did or didn't at that point.
The next time something weird happens I have been asleep for a long while and Shane grumbles to me to turn off my light. Which I know I did before I went to sleep and so I groggily grouch at him to bite me and reach over to turn it off. Then, gosh, minutes or hours(no idea as I am asleep) I see the light flick on. Not the first setting. Not the second. But the third and then the room goes dark again. Then it does it again, going through the whole sequence of settings again and again.
By this time I'm truly awake and sort of frozen. Childhood fears of things under the bed have flashed back and I'm sure the second I reach over to touch the light something is going to grab me and suck me under
(the Whinnie the Pooh episode where they went under the bed was TRAUMATIZING to me as a kid... it was, indeed, the cause of the recurring fever nightmare I always had when I was sick. SO SCARY.) and Shane will just sleep through it all and no one will ever know what happened to me. (I'm really not at all rational at night when something weird is going on)
SO I wake Shane up, just so there will be another witness...or victim, to whatever happens next. And all this time the light is still running through the sequences on its own. Shane looks, says "huh"(he's very helpful) and "just unplug it. It might be a short in the wall. Ill check it out tomorrow" FINE. He has successfully burst my paranormal bubble. I unplug it, and we go back to bed. Him immediately. Me, I take some time to calm back down.
He never checks the outlet. Days go by and I want to read while he's sleeping, so I plug the damn lamp into another wall and read. Then the light goes out. And I wait. and wait. and wait. for it to come back on and start doing its sequential thingy on its own. But this irritating thing just sits. So, I gather my nerve and reach over to turn it back on.
All is fine. I go to bed and wake up in the morning with the light on. To which the whole corner of the room gets one of those "really?!" looks from me.
Nothing happens after this that I am aware of for weeks. Then I'm woken up again by the light running through the settings over and over. Frustrated and tired I rip the cord out of the wall and go back to bed after grouching something about inconsiderate a*holes needing to let me sleep before I go Ghostbusters on their asses.
In the morning I wake up and my cord yanking was actually a cord ripping and flinging the light across the room. So. It's broken. Ha! I say to ghost or gouly. Suck on that. Then realize that I just jeered a ghost...or my imagination for me breaking my own lamp...smart.
Now. Let me say this, ghost or not, I have no idea. BUT I have NEVER EVER EVER come home from work and the light been just...on. I have never gone on errands and come home to the light on. Never been doing laundry and the light start running though the settings. I have never been watching tv and gone to the bathroom to find that lamp on. Never. Didn't do it unless it's been night and we have been in bed.
So I replace it with a real clicky lamp from the living room. The kind with the clicky nob you have to turn. (This was...a month ago or less) And nothing. No weird sounds. Nothing turning that light on. Just a bedroom for weeks! Until last week.
We have our 5 cats that I have mentioned before. A few like to sleep in the bed but mostly always leave at some point in the night and sleep elsewhere. Sometimes, one or two come back in the morning to snuggle with me but not always. Their finicky.
One of our little girls, Dark Girl(Hubs calls her) or Lily, only comes to get pets before I fall asleep then she scampers off to wherever. But last week, she did her routine, got scratches and pets and jumped down. I reach over to get my contact case and she's sitting on the floor beside the table. STARING at the wall beside the window. Just...sitting and staring. Not moving a muscle. I reach down to pet her and talk to her and she flinches then a few seconds pass before she looks up at me. Then looks back to that same spot. I watch her for a minute or two and then she just gets up and walks out. Like nothing.
Now, the hubs is convinced the light had a short. It was a hand-me-down from a friend who didn't need it anymore. Likely. If I had mentioned the cat, he would have just said she's a cat and cats do weird things for no reason. Also likely.
But...is that all it is, really? Cause I get the willies sometimes over there but it could just be because of my experience and imagination.
What do you think? Do you believe in spirits that linger? Why wouldn't a lingering soul have anything better to do than screw with a lamp and bug my cats?
HERE is an AMAZING post by author Hannah Moskowitz on Things Not To Worry About in the publishing world. Loved it.
Gotta kick off this Monday on a very sad note. I'm sorry. Mostly because Leslie Nielsen has passed away. Please, lets honor generations of funny that is no longer lighting up this world with some silence.
