Another Otherworldly Experience

You don't have to believe me if you don't want to, that's your choice, but what I'm saying tonight is 100% true. I am completely drained today because of something that happened last night while I was sleeping. It's the fault of my ex-husband's recently-deceased uncle.

I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before but weird things are always happening to me; ghostly, spooky, creepy things that don't happen to most of my friends. I've talked to people who aren't there while I'm sleeping, I've seen my ex's great-grandmother standing in my mirror in the middle of the night, and a host of other things. Last night I had another experience.

I'd turned off my light and gone to sleep around 12:30 in the morning. Suddenly I was in the middle of a dream. I was in a house I didn't know, with people I didn't know, but I was talking on the phone to my ex's aunt, the one who's husband recently died. I was telling her how sorry I was for her loss when I felt a hand grabbing the back of my hair. I was sitting on a sofa so nobody could've been standing behind me but it was annoying me.

Suddenly I looked at the wall to my left and saw the shadow of a hand grabbing my hair over and over again. Whoever it was just kept playing with the back of my hair and it was giving me the creeps to the point that I started to come out of the dream. Now, at that point of being between sleep and consciousness is when these things usually happen to me. Just as I was coming out of the dream I got a flash picture of my cell phone in my head with a text message that said "Ralph" - which is the name of my ex's uncle.

Upon seeing the text I said, "What do you want me to tell Janet (his wife), Ralph?" As quickly as the first image appeared a second one followed with the message, "okay." Then I was suddenly wide awake but scared witless. I was shivering cold and terrified to move because I just knew someone was standing behind me in my bedroom. I lay there for a minute or so and finally got the courage to turn over and look at my clock. It was 2:05 in the morning. It didn't mean anything, that's just what time it was.

I began to warm up and sat up in bed, turned on the lamp, and the TV. I was scared, deal with it. Then I debated over whether or not to send my ex a text at that hour and figured it wouldn't hurt, he probably had his cell on mute. So I sent over a text telling him that I was asked to let him and Janet know that Ralph is ok. Guess his cell was on because he responded. We texted for a minute or two then he went back to bed, I guess.

I lay in bed watching "Field of Dreams" for lack of anything better but didn't fall back to sleep for a long while; and I woke up a few hours later, at my usual time, feeling completely drained and exhausted. Thanks, Ralph, for sapping my energy to do what you felt you needed to do. But the story doesn't end there.

Paul texted me this morning asking if I'd had any more visits but I hadn't. I told him I thought he'd had his cell on mute since he has a house phone for emergencies. He said he keeps both phones by his bed since some people still only use his cell. Then he said something that made my story even better.

He told me that his house phone rang just as he was getting my text so he thought something was wrong over here. I told him I didn't call his house phone, just sent the text. He said he knew I didn't call because he told me no ID came up on his house phone when it rang. My thought: Ralph grabbed my hair to wake me so I could send the message, then rang Paul's phone so he could get the message. That's one busy spirit.

I don't mind passing on messages or having otherworldly visits, I just wish they would be at more convenient times and in a less creepy fashion. Regardless of the circumstances, Ralph got his message through and Paul feels better. We still haven't decided whether or not to tell his aunt because we don't know if she'll be receptive. He's gonna check with his mother first.

In any case, I just wanted to share this amazing story with you and leave you to your own thoughts about it. Whatever you choose to believe is fine; I know what happened, I was here. You can share it or forget about it; I've shared it but won't forget about it. Tonight, though, I hope I can get some well-deserved sleep without any visits from dead people who don't need to be here in the middle of the night.

Until next time...peace to all.