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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.
Published: 11.16.2006 06:20:54 AM CST