I woke up the sweet husband last night moaning and groaning. He is used to it, so he tried to wake me up to relieve me from the bad dream I was so clearly having. The thing is...I wasn't asleep. I had been asleep, but I was awake at that point and was seeing things. I thought I saw a man in our bedroom. It wasn't a real man, more like an apparition. He looked old and sickly and he was getting closer to me so I tried to push him away. When Adam turned on the bathroom light and laid back down beside me it went away. We stayed there in the partially lit bedroom for a while until I thought I was awake enough that I would be ok. The problem was when he turned the light back off and got back in bed the ghost man had just moved to the end of the bed. I prayed Jesus him away. I just kept repeating..."Please God make that go away. Please God make that go away." It finally did and with the left side of my body touching Adam's from our head to our toes I fell asleep again. It was ridiculous.
Do I think it was a ghost? No. Can I explain why it came back or why when I was clearly awake I could still see it? No. My best theory is that it was shadows playing tricks on my eyes. And the dang Planet of the Apes that was on in the same room I was in yesterday afternoon probably didn't help...creepy little monkey people.
It's not that I don't believe in ghosts. I do. But, that wasn't one. I've seen one before and it wasn't like that.
We lived in an old house when I was in high school. I had the bedroom in the back at the end of the short hallway. I was asleep one night when I woke up for some reason and saw something standing in the hall. At first I thought it was our dog standing up on his back legs. This is not possible for two reasons. One, our dog slept outside and two, he was too old to stand up on his hind legs like that. So, I literally rubbed my eyes and blinked a dozen times to get a better look and what I saw was most certainly not our yellow lab mix. It was a little girl, probably five years old. She had curly red hair and was wearing a little dress. She was just standing there looking at me. Well, let's just say I am a scaredy cat so I screamed. Oh, hellsyeah, I screamed. "Dad!" "Dad!" When I started screaming she cocked her head to the side like she couldn't understand why I was freaking out. My dad came running down the hall to save me from whatever it was that was disturbing the whole house. He ran right through her. Really, he ran through her and she just kind of disappeared. He was in my room, I was crying and trying to explain what had happened and when he turned on the bathroom light to make sure there was nothing there she was gone.
It was super real. I mean, she cocked her head when I screamed, real. It was so real, the next day my sister and I went to the library to do research on the house and the land where we lived. We tried to find who lived there before us, how long the house had been there, if there were any stories that would explain what I saw. We didn't find any explanation and I never saw her again.
But, I did sleep on the couch outside my parents bedroom for the next month or more just in case.