Eerie Encounters: The First Encounter

I often get asked to share my experiences as a paranormal investigator, and sensitive individual. So often, in fact, I thought I would do a test run on my blog to see what you all though about it. So without further adieu, here's the first story in my Eerie Encounters series.

My very first experience with the paranormal happened when I was very young, probably about 6 or 7. As was often the case at that age, I was playing outside of my Grandma's house, climbing the tree outside of the guest room window to watch the baby birds that lived in a nest in one of the higher branches. After a few minutes of watching the fledglings, I noticed the curtain of the guest room moving, which was odd, since my grandma was currently sitting on the porch, chatting with a friend of her's.

So, like the nosy child I was, I climbed down and went inside the house. Now, I was never a big fan of that room to begin with. The door was always shut, and I always got a very uneasy feeling whenever I had to pass by it to go to the bathroom in the same small hallway. There was just something about it that didn't feel right to me, and it went beyond the normal childhood fears. In fact, I don't think I ever slept or played in there, even though the room was meant for me. I slept on the couch in the living room, or on a pallet on the floor of my grandmother's room, but never in that guest room. 

So it was a rather odd thing for me to go there, and open the door to the room that scared me so. Despite the fact that the fan was off, and the rest of the house was a balmy 75, the room was cold, and the curtains were still moving as if being pulled about by the air moment of the still fan. It was then, as I stood in the doorway, staring at the fluttering curtains, that I saw the shape in the corner of my eye. It wasn't the form of a human per-say, but more like a cloud, floating near the bed shoved up against the right wall. It stayed there for a few moments, then slowly started floating in my direction.

Let me tell you, I have NEVER run so fast in my entire life. I was outside in the humid heat so quick, I don't actually remember running there. I was in pure hysterics by the time I ran around the house and climbed up the stairs of the front porch. I was talking so fast my grandmother couldn't understand me, and when she excused herself from the conversation with her friend, and tried to take me inside, it was even worse. After a few hours in the sun, when the fireflies started coming out, I knew it was time to go inside and I dreaded every moment.

But, as it turns out, my grandmother knew all about the back bedroom incident, as it had happened to her many times. She explained that sometimes things went missing in her house, and when she would go looking for them, they would show up in the strangest places, like the bathtub, or once, in a bowl of jello with the jello untouched.

That first experience sent me on a long path of research and inquiry about all things paranormal, and I hope you enjoy reading about some of my other experiences. Have you ever encountered something you couldn't explain?

Love and Lightning Bugs,