It's a little disturbing to admit that I have ghosts in my home. I should state, however, that they generally are nice ones, or so it seems, but every once in a while I get large pockets of "activity" that are not so nice. Or shall I say, FREAKY. I've had some seriously whacked experiences here, but luckily things have been sort of quiet for a while. Until this morning. I hadn't slept well to start off with. I've been under a tremendous amount of pressure and stress and with that combination, insomnia usually creeps into my brain. I finally dozed off about 3:30 AM, only to be startled awake by a cacophonous crashing and smashing sound. At first I didn't understand what happened. I was just coming to from a deep REM sleep, so it took me a minute to adjust and get my brain wrapped around the fact that the crashing sound came from below me, one level, in my kitchen area. Now, logic always kicks in first when strange things happen. Big kid has been waking up earlier than everyone lately during this summer break and helping herself to the iPad - until she's hungry, or other people wake up, or she wakes me up. My first thought was, "Did she try to reach some food up high and something crashed on her?!?". Although even this thought immediately seemed unlikely, because it's very seldom she's waking up at 5:15 AM. That's even too early for her. Next racing thought passes... OMG!, it's a break in. That sound was way too close to a *breaking-glass-crashing-through-a-door* sound to be something trivial, or unworthy of scoping out. I look around my room for something to use as protection and I'm just failing miserably with the task. I decide to just go without protection and check it out... I figure the longer he's in the house, the greater the risk to my children and myself. At least that made sense in my sleep deprived mind?
I walk down into the kitchen to find nothing... wait... that's impossible! I know I heard one of the loudest sounds I have ever heard in this place! What the heck made this horrific crashing sound? I notice that the thirteen inch clock that rests above the deck doors has not only removed itself from the wall, but has flung itself halfway across the kitchen floor in a projectile manner.
This wasn't a simple falling down. It lifted and projected across the room (under the chair in the foreground is the back of the clock where it landed - another foot above the top of the doors *which the top foot of the door is cut out of the photo* is where it originated from). The fan is on the lowest speed which is creating a wind current the same force as one of those classic Chinese folding hand fans. It would have to be a LOT more forceful than that for this clock to be lifted upward off of the flat head nail base it's on (which the nail head is on an angle - head pointing up towards the ceiling), removed from the wall, and projected 5'5" from the wall. As it stands without paranormal activity going on, just to change batteries, I have to stand on a chair to reach it, lift it upwards towards the ceiling about two inches to remove it from the nail head, and pull it out. I just sat there in complete shock, terrorized and paralyzed with fear. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't even figure out what expression I felt... it was THAT scary. I picked up the clock, which was frozen on the time that it was flung onto the floor at 5:20 AM since the battery had been knocked out by the sheer force of the drop. I placed the battery and clock on the counter, regrouped my emotions enough to form words, and asked, "What do you want?!?". Nothing. Silence. Just frightening silence and an intense cold air surrounding me. With body tremors on full throttle speed, I walked back upstairs, lie in bed... still shaking uncontrollably... and heard a whimpering cry of a boy saying what sounded like "mom" (?) and decided to ignore that completely. I'm just too frightened to acknowledge anything more in this moment. Then I do the only thing I know to do (not overly religious at all BTW), I said at least a thousand Hail Mary prayers for an hour until I fell asleep at 6:30 AM. Waking up at 7:30 AM things seemed fine... but that shell shocked experience is looming over my head like a storm cloud waiting to burst. I'm alone with the kids for the next 2 days at least... I'm beyond spooked to know what the next few nights have in store for me?
I'm depleting the stock of rock salt from all my neighborhood stores.
Paranormal thing... it's on.