Who's There?

Last night I had a very strange, yet enlightening experience.

For some reason, Liz had kicked the cats out of the bedroom and shut the door. At least I think that's what the deal was, because one of them started pawing at the door, begging to be let in. I'm a heavy sleeper, but I do remember hearing some noises. At one point, Liz asked me to get up and let one of our cats out, which didn't make sense to me - I thought all of the cats were out. But I thought, never mind, I'll get up and let the cats in.

This is where it got a little weird.

When I got up, I looked across the room to the bookcase where my cell phone charger and Liz's alarm clock are. I use my cell phone as my alarm clock so I leave the phone open, which casts a faint white glow in the corner. Now, when I got up, I swear I saw someone standing next to the clock, like they were trying to set the alarm. For a split second, I thought, "who the hell is in my house?", but then I thought, "I just woke up, maybe I'm still in a bit of a fog - there's gotta be an explanation to this." Then I heard Liz's voice but it was coming from the bed and not the corner. At this point, I'm not concerned that someone broke into the house, but...just what the hell am I looking at?

So I started at the "apparition" for a bit longer, and then it finally made sense. The cell phone's light was casting a shadow from the alarm clock against the wall, and I was standing at just the right spot where an outline of a person could easily be seen. It's hard to describe, but it was definitely the outline of a person. As soon as I walked over to the corner, the image went away. If I walked backed to my side of the bed, I could see it again.

Now, here's the "enlightening" part. At no time did I ever think I saw a ghost.

I know, I know - if you've been reading my blog for some time you know that I am not a mystical, spiritual person. So it shouldn't be surprising that I didn't assume that I was seeing an spectral being. But that's the point. My mindset was rational. The whole time, my mind was thinking there was a physical explanation for what I was seeing. And I was right. As soon as I figured it out, a part of me felt really good about what had happened, because I didn't start calling all my friends, telling them that I had just seen a ghost. I didn't run for a camera in the hope that I could take a picture of it (which probably wouldn't have turned out anyway). I started thinking, "I bet this is what happens to other people who think they see ghosts in their house - it's just a trick of lights and shadows." And when I went back to sleep, I had a smile on my face.

* Posted at 11.16.2006 06:20:54 AM CST | Link *

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