2005-03-24 - 4:16 a.m.
First of all, let me begin by telling you that I do not believe in ghosts, or evil spirits or anything related to these matters – for the most part.
If I have to wear a label, and we all know that I do by virtue of my membership in human society, I label myself a life-agnostic. That is to say that I approach most things that I cannot explain by shrugging my shoulders and saying, “I really just don’t know.” And I’m ok with that.
Don’t get me wrong. I am a professional BS philosopher and theorist on everything in life, so I will talk these issues out until I have exhausted all my ideas, but I am ok with ending up at, “I don’t know.” Many people are uncomfortable with this; I don’t know why – it is after all my life and my soul that I have to worry about. It’s not their problem.
I said all that to end up…where? My daughter wakes up several times during the night right now. She’s only a year old and this is pretty much standard practice for children at this age, generally speaking. My wife and I take turns going into her room to check on her, comfort her and help her get back to sleep. The thing is…whenever I walk into her room at these times, I often get this strange and very specific feeling.
The feeling is one of total malice. It’s so strong that I can picture a (possible) source in my mind. I imagine the form of a woman with long dark hair in a nightgown; she streaks across the room from the closet to my daughter’s crib and then fades away. Her movement and her presence are pure malevolence and I feel like it’s this presence that wakes my child.
Bear in mind that this is just a feeling – the picture is in my mind, completely contrived by me; it is a product of my WAY over-active, artist imagination. Still, the feeling is strong, consistent and very unsettling.
I can’t explain it and…I’m not sure I’m ok with that. This is a first – that’s why I bring it up. I have had a couple of unexplained experiences like this, which I’ll detail in later entries. For now…I’m left hanging…just like you.
