Tuesday, October 8, 2013


When I was a little girl, my parents used to tell me "There's no such thing as ghosts.", or "Monsters under your bed? Nah, they're not real!" And I used to believe them. Used to. 

Call it what you may - the divine, the supernatural, the spirit world. I have had three encounters with them.


The year was 2001 and I was 9 years old.

It was the end of the year during the holidays. I was reading a book when I started nodding off. I realized it was around 2.30am and decided I should go to sleep. 

Leaving my book lying open on the table, I turned off the lights and tucked myself into bed. 

I was drifting off to sleep when something jolted me back to wakefulness.

The pages of the book I'd left on my table were flipping over furiously, as though there was a frightful gale ripping through the room. As I only had my ceiling fan spinning lazily around, I knew that it couldn't be the wind. I never felt even a breeze.

I dared not open my eyes. I didn't know what I would see. I was afraid.

So I pretended to be asleep, hoping that whatever It was, It would realize that it would be futile to do mischief onto a person in slumber and leave me alone.

As abruptly as it had begun, the pages of the book came to a rest.


Had It left?

As I breathed a sigh of relief, something else made my body stiffen in fear.


The chair at my table was being dragged across the floor, making a distinct scraping sound.

My heart beat so strongly I felt as though my chest would burst.

I kept my eyes tightly shut and forced myself to keep my breathing calm. Please, please, go away and leave me alone, I prayed. I stayed still, not moving a muscle for what seemed like forever.

I woke up the next morning none the worse for my experience.


Such tells the first of my encounters with the supernatural.


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