But, first, a sidenote: Many years ago, I saw a TV movie with Lindsay Wagner, "The Two Worlds of Jennie Logan". She found an old dress in the attic of the Victorian house she and her husband had just bought. Whenever she put it on, she found herself in a different era, but in the same house. When the glass on the hutch was broken in the older era, and she came back to her era, the glass was broken on her hutch for no apparent reason. I was intriqued at the feasiblity of multiple dimensions existing at the same time, and traveling back and forth from one to the other. (How cool would THAT be?)
Hubby had to get up at 3:00 in the morning for work. (No one should ever have to get up at that ungodly hour!) After he had left--this never happened whild he was at home--I would sense that there was someone standing by my bed. I can't say for sure if I was awake, asleep, dreaming, awake dreaming, or what, but I saw a transparent form of a man standing right beside me. Sometimes there would be a little boy standing with him. Sometimes they would have a cat. Weird, I know. I decided that they were living in a parallel dimension, and they couldn't figure out who was sleeping in their bed.
Of course, the thing that made it even more freaky was that it seemed so real. I felt like I was awake, even though I kept my eyes closed, because I didn't want to see "them" standing there if my eyes were open. One time, the cat jumped up in my face, and I jerked my head back to avoid it. Another time, I actually felt the bed give way. I was half asleep, and I thought one of the kiddos had come down and gotten in bed with me. I threw back the covers, felt whoever it was get in bed, then threw the covers back over them. In the morning, I woke up. No. One. Was. In. Bed. With. Me. CRRREEEEEEPPPYYYYYY! This stuff happened on a regular basis for several years. The getting in bed thing happened "only" a few times. Usually, I just saw "them" standing around me.
But, then we started our own business, and Hubby was home everynight until morning. And, then we started a major remodeling over-haul of our house, which was a cute "cape-cod", not a Victorian haunting-type house at all. Then, the "visits" stopped.
I don't believe in ghosts, but I can't explain the hows or whys of my night visitor. I don't know why they started, but I'm glad they ended. Maybe I was asleep and dreamt the whole thing up. It seemed real--and I hope it never, EV-ER, happens again.
And, now you know the rest of the story!
