I was being watched. My body sensed the presence of someone hovering over me, wanting my attention, urging me to wake up. The fan rattled on my nightstand, buzzing continuously, drowning out the creeks and cracks of the house. I lay in bed half awake, eyes shut tight, with a feeling in my gut telling me to keep my eyes closed. Throwing caution to the wind I ignored the emotion. Inches from my face stood a child, staring at me blankly.
My son, Logan made a habit of whispering in my ear to wake me in the middle of the night, to battle away ghouls and goblins, turning nightmares into dreams. On this night my son laid tucked in bed, cozy and warm. In the room beside Logan’s, my daughter Emma lay just as peaceful as the rest of the family.
I opened my eyes a slit wider, focusing, and squinting to see the blurry form standing before me. A little girl set still as a deadened breeze, staring at me with cold blackened eyes, eyes that felt as if they could reach into your soul and tickle at the fears hidden deep within. My heart thudded in my chest, loudly pumping in my ears. I was beyond terrified. The unknown appeared right before me. Calming notions of the paranormal being fictitious were boldly torn to pieces in that moment.
Ripples of curls cascaded down the child’s shoulders, flowing inches above a foggy white dress, an image of horror burned into my retinas. I hurled myself across the bed, landing on my husband Andrew. I was frightened into a fit of tears and screaming, waking Andrew out of a deep sleep.
“What the Hell is going on?” Andrew inquired, groggy and confused.
With a shaky finger I pointed towards the apparition. My voice hushed in puffs of heavy breaths, “Is she gone?” My feet scrambled, half kicking myself over Andrew’s body. I wanted out of my bedroom and away from the nightmare I was forced into.
“I don’t see anything.” Andrew stated, propping up halfway with one elbow. “She’s over there,” waving my arm frantically towards my side of the bed. “Is she gone? Please, please, please, tell me she’s gone?” My voice cracked into a pleading whimper.
Andrew did not see a thing, not even a speck of dust floating through the air. My sanity was at stake, and damn it I am not crazy. With a flick of the switch our bedroom lit to a muted glow. Shivers quivered down my chilled skin as I hastily relived the terror that awoke me, spilling every detail to Andrew. Andrew’s head fumbled to the pillow below; perhaps he was too tired to care. Snores filled the room before I could finish the tale of the evening. I was on my own, left frightened to my very core, without a hand to hold.
I took a deep breath and climbed back into bed¸ flipping the light off as I tightly squeezed my eyes shut. My mind raced almost as fast as my heart. My senses heightened, or so I thought. Every noise I heard sent chills down my spine. The image of the little girl’s empty eyes froze in my mind. I tossed and turned the rest of the night, crumpling the bedspread under restless feet. Hours to go until the break of dawn, and I was no closer to falling asleep.
Dim moonlight cast slits of light through cracked curtains, splashing dancing shadows across my bedroom walls. With every flicker of light, I swore it was a ghost, my mind refused to think rationally after what woke me. For the last time I closed my eyes attempting at sleep, my comforter pulled tightly by my neck, my head barely peeking out. Out of nowhere my left calf began to tingle with goose bumps in a cold chill. Isolated to one spot, the cold intensified, like a hand gripping my leg. I breathed deeply willing the sensation away; no such luck. I rolled over rubbing my calf warning off the chill. As quickly as the feeling set on, it went away. This continued to happen over different parts of my body, isolated chills pricking at my skin. Each time I rolled over the cold prickles would move, grabbing another part of me. The thrill of the night continued until morning. The following few nights proved to be just as restless, fear turning the ordinary into what nightmares are made of.
To this day I do not fully understand what I experienced that night. Perhaps I came into contact with a lost soul left here to roam this earth or I could have been in a dream state, where the mind thinks it’s awake, though the eyes illusions prove to be a dream. I only saw the little girl once more since that night, although I do get the spine tingling cold chills from time to time. If I was a skeptic before, I am no longer.