Your True
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March 2003 –
Page 40
Shimmering
Apparition
by Fiona C.
A few years ago, I decided to stay at my mother's house with my two boys. I shared the room with my brother, who slept on the top bunk of the bed, my youngest on the bottom bunk and my eldest and myself, on the floor.
When I used to live at home with my parents, I remember waking up in the middle of the night, like I'd never been to sleep at all. I used to feel a weight at the end of my bed, like someone was sitting there, but never dared look. I changed rooms, which was a bad mistake, as things were more frequent. Almost every night, I could hear faint footsteps walking around my room, nearly every night, the weight would sit on the end of my bed and tickle my feet. I even remember one day hearing walking in the corridor, that even the floorboards creaked and no one was awake in the house. One night, I also felt fingers gently stroking my head. I was very frightened and dreaded going to bed and even slept with a rosary and figurines of Jesus. When my parents brought the house, we inherited the piano as it couldn't get out the back door. Some nights, I could hear notes being played, but not a whole tune. Just a single note being hit. I learned to play the piano because it was left in the house, and for that reason, started to realize that the note being hit was the "C" key - Do, do, do, do, do. The only other person in the house to share my experiences was my father. He said that he'd seen a child and a woman in the house and on one occasion, the door was being pounded, but when he looked out of his bedroom, from which you could see the front door, there was absolutely no one there.
Anyway, getting back to when I stayed at my parents' with my kids. That night, I was really hot, which was quite unusual, for when I experienced the things mentioned above, I didn't feel any room temperature changes. Because I always felt frightened to sleep, my father put a night light in the room, which my brother wasn't too pleased with. Anyway, I got up and started to stretch and kick the covers of me. Suddenly, I noticed it. It was right in front of me. I wasn't scared, just amazed and all I could do was look and follow with my eye. The only way in which I can describe it is like when you cook anything on the stove and look just above the pan, you see the heat shimmer. From what I could tell, it was standing (if that's what you call it) sideways on then started to move to the back of the room, which was just behind me. As it was moving, I could clearly see the walking action of the legs and arms. The whole thing was like an outline of a body. It's so hard to describe.
As I just stared in amazement, it "walked" in the wall, and in the place that it had walked was a sort of diamond-shaped light. The light stayed there for I don't know how long, because at this point I started to register what I was seeing and pulled the covers over my head. I must have been awake for hours, but eventually fell asleep. This whole experience must have lasted about a minute. To this day, I don't know what I saw. My father said that he's never seen a male in the house, although when he did purchase the house with my mother in 1987, the owners husband had died in the house.
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