I don't believe in ghosts until I'm lying in bed at night...it's that simple. The few strange happenings I experienced when I was a little kid can easily be attributed to my overactive imagination or my eyes playing tricks on me. But still, I couldn't sleep last night. I kept getting scared. It's so bad that if I have to get up to use the restroom in the middle of the night, I purposely avoid looking in the mirror. What I think I'll see (besides my horrible bedhead), I have no idea.
I can blame closing my bedroom door on the fact that Elvis wouldn't stop mewing and bugging me while I was trying to fall asleep last night...but what about the fact that I locked the door, checked the closet and under the bed, made sure the closet was securely latched, and left my bedside lamp on all night? Uh...yeah.
For as much as I like to think I'm a scientific-minded person, and how absurd I find the idea that there is some sort of spirit which inhabits our bodies and/or our conciseness that sticks around after we die to like, generally freak people out when they're trying to fall asleep at night...I LOVE hearing stories about it. I'm pretty sure that on some level, I want to believe it...I just haven't been given enough evidence.
Here's my little anecdote:
My parents were still married, so I was under five years-old. My sister and I shared a bunk bed, the top bed being mine. I don't know how long I had been lying awake (I was an insomniac, even as a little kid), everyone in the house was sleeping so it must have been late in the night. I was staring at the closet at the foot of my bed. It was the kind of closet that has two doors, one which slides behind the other when you open it. I was just staring...thinking about something-or-other, when the closet door opened. It only opened about two feet, but it clearly and obviously opened.
I still remember my blood turning icy. All I wanted was to run into my parents room and lay in between them (the safest place in the world when you're a kid), but I would have had to turn my back on the closet to climb down the bunk bed ladder, and run past the closet to get out the bedroom door. I think it took me about ten minutes to finally work up the nerve.
Okay...now tell me yours!!!!!!