I believe in ghosts. Spirits. Angels. Demons. Whether they are all the same thing (people passed on) or different varieties of the same thing (people passed on), I believe in them. But I've always been a bit skeptical about haunted houses and spirits with unfinished business. I think spirits, specially good ones, have plenty to do in heaven, so kind Grandma Blanche really isn't going to be hanging around waiting to tell me something, or took a wrong turn at the tunnel with the light and is somehow lost in her old house. But I don't want to get too deep into my totally fallible ghost theories.
What I really want to say is this...I'm starting to wonder if my house is haunted. I'm not totally believing in it yet--I'm still a skeptic. But here is what has made me think this. When we moved into this house, I started having night terrors. I wake up in the night screaming. It's not caused by a nightmare. Justin will wake me out of it, I'll feel silly for a second, and go straight back to sleep. With a nightmare, there are reasons why you wake up terrified--the axe murderer with a hockey mask, a slight case of nudity at Walmart, a surprise presentation in front of the entire company. You wake up with these horrible visions in your head, your heart is racing, you're sweat glands are in over drive, and it takes you a second to realize it's just a dream. After several deep breaths, and perhaps a bathroom break, you lay back down and after awhile, you calm down enough to go to sleep. Those are nightmares. Night terrors are not like that. Just screaming. No memory of a bad dream. No extra time needed to calm down and go back to sleep.
So, like I said, they started when we moved into this house. I researched them a bit. Funny thing, they are pretty rare in adults. Little kids usually have them and grow out of them in a couple years. I started having one, maybe two a month. Now it's about two a week. I had one last night that I don't even remember. But sometimes, I do remember a bit of what sets me off. It's a tall figure of a man by my bedside. Tall. Like six and a half-feet tall. No features. More like a shadow man, for those of you familiar with paranormal terminology.
Justin says I'm crazy. It's all in my head. Well, sure, I agree. Just a figment of my imagination. Stress. Something else. But then, lately, there have been other things. My dryer went on a couple weeks ago for no reason. Hasn't done it before, hasn't done it since. Lights turn on and off. I will think the lights are burned out, go to change them, and they turn on. Or one of the weirder things is that we have a light in our hall that has two lightswitches that control it. Basically, for the light to be on, one light switch is up, one is down. When they are both down, it is off. When they are both up, it is off. So, the hall light went out--all three light bulbs--last week. We played with the switches. It was not working. Later that day, it came on. When both light switches were down. So now the light switches are all backwards, but the light is working. All three lightbulbs. Weird.
So I just asked Justin casually the other day if the house might be haunted. He said no. The house is only about 14 years old. Too young to be haunted. He wouldn't even consider the idea. Well, I think he's jealous. He's more into ghosts and the paranormal than I am. So I think he's jealous that a ghost would bug me and not him.
I'm not saying the house is haunted. I'm not saying the night terrors aren't caused by stress or a misfiring neuron in my brain. I just think it's wrong to entirely black out a possibility, as slight as it might be.
But now I want to know...do you believe in ghosts? Write me a comment with your opinion or experience. Halloween is coming up, this is the perfect time for it. I'll post the best story on Halloween.