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December 2008 - Page 15
Weird Noises
by Kit
In January 2000, in Lilburn, Georgia, a few months after the death of my father who had alzheimer's and lived with my husband and me for the last three years of his life, I was awakened during the night by what sounded like a slamming door. As I woke up, I could hear the slamming noise reverberating, like some giant hollow echo. It was not natural. I called to my husband and asked him if he had heard a slamming noise, and he said no, that I had just woke him up and for me to go back to sleep, that it must have been a dream.
So I tried to go back to sleep, when I heard the noise again, but this time I was awake. And my husband said, "I heard it that time!" He got out of bed and searched all over the house, and even went outside and shone a flashlight up on the roof, thinking it might have been a branch or an animal on the roof making the noise. But he found nothing.
He came back to bed and we finally went back to sleep, and I had a dream about three lights that came into the room -- red, green and white. They came to my side of the bed and passed under the bedside table. It was so terrifying that I woke up and had a really hard time going back to sleep.
The next night, I swapped sides with my husband, not wanting to sleep by the bedroom door. Again during the night, the slamming sound awoke me, and again my husband slept through it, so I just crawled under the covers, head and all, and decided not to do anything about it.
But the third night was the weirdest of all. My husband and I had just gone to bed, turned off the light, and were both still wide awake when something slammed against our pine dresser so hard that it sounded like a 2x4 whacking it as hard as possible on the flat side of the board. The sound was not at all like the sound of the two previous nights. In comparison, it was like reality as opposed to a dream. My husband jumped out of bed and turned on the light, expecting to see the mirror fallen over, as it was not attached to the dresser. But it was right where it was supposed to be. Again, he checked the entire house and went outside, looking for a rational explanation for the sound. But nothing seemed amiss. The noise was so loud that it had to be something supernatural. It was not a creaking sound but a very loud smashing sound, like a board being slammed against wood with great force. My husband, who does not believe in any kind of life after death, was very shaken up over it, and his fear really got my attention.
The next day, I spoke to someone local who studies the paranormal and they asked me about the circumstances of my father's death. I told them that he had been in hospice and that my husband and I both suspected he was given an overdose of liquid morphine that killed him. The person told me that perhaps my father was angry about that. I prayed several prayers for my father to rest in peace. The slamming noises never recurred; however, we do still hear surreptitious noises in the house, especially after lights out. I don't know what to make of them, but they seem harmless. I had this house built 29 years ago but the weird noises began occurring only after my father died.
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