This was my treat for waiting and believing that I would be able to get a good shot of this little guy that was jumping and tweeting at the speed of light through the shrubs last week.
If you enjoy being frightened, this will be a real treat because there’s no trick about it.
Below is a reprint of a true story I posted for Halloween in 2013. Hope you enjoy it.
Things That Go “Blink” in the Night!
I was really not upset, it was only a coincidence. A very strange and disturbing coincidence. That’s all it was. What else could it be? That’s what I told myself when “it” happened.
After my divorce I had been living in an apartment raising my sons that were almost grown at the time. I’d been feeling that I wanted to buy my own home again and thought that taking care of a home might help with the coming “empty nest syndrome” I was about to experience. Of course that was before the housing bubble burst. I began looking for something cozy and affordable and decided a small, older home in need of some TLC would be right up my ally. A fixer-upper I could repair on weekends for my therapy instead of shopping would hopefully save me from being on a future episode of Hoarders.
I mentioned this idea to my oldest son who was a fan of shows that delve into paranormal activities whose response was “You’ll probably end up buying some haunted house.” To which I just laughed and forgot about it, for the time being. Within a few nights his words came back to haunt me, literally!
I dreamed I had bought a rather oddly shaped house that resembled a barn. Very distinctive looking. I kept looking at the house trying to decide where to place the garden in the front yard. The dream began very nicely and I remember feeling so happy and excited as we were moving belongings and unpacking things inside the home with my two sons. Then the dream changed. It suddenly felt as if the entire aura of the home was different and not in a good way. I was standing in one of the rooms by myself when all of a sudden the light went out for a few seconds then on again for a few more seconds then off again by itself. As the light show continued I remember thinking “My son was right! I had indeed purchased a haunted house!”
I awoke with a start!
The next morning I told my son about the disturbing dream I had that I felt was due to his off the cuff comment. Then I forgot about it, or so I thought.
Months later going over yet another real estate magazine before going to sleep, my blood ran cold! There before my very eyes looked to be the haunted house of my dreams! At the exact moment I came to this realization, the lamp in my room suddenly went out. I thought our power went out, but found the digital clock still showing the time. I was about to get up to check the bulb when it came right back on again only to go out again in the same continued pattern of the haunted room of my dreams! The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and I broke out in goosebumps on that warm evening made worse because I knew I was home alone and the clock showed it was almost midnight, the witching hour! It continued in this pattern til I pulled myself together and unplugged the lamp thinking rationally that it must be a short or a loose bulb, but what a coincidence that it started when it did. After a while I managed to fall asleep.
The next morning I told my son what had happened so we got the lamp to test it out after I found that the bulb was not loose. The light turned on immediately and stayed on. There was nothing wrong that we could see. No short that could be found. I began to feel very unnerved again. That light had worked perfectly before that evening and has continued to be problem free ever since.
How or why this happened, I do not know. A mere coincidence? A playful poltergeist? You be the judge!