I’ve got quite a few tales of my wandering around at night. For some reason, my father and a brother of mine tend to do the same thing. I wonder if there’s an element of heredity in it?
As to creepiness, the following is even creepier and is true. I am not making any of it up and I would be more than happy to put you in contact with my wife if you’d like confirmation of the story.
After her divorce, my wife was renting a small house on an old estate near Richmond. It had once been a local school house and served not only the children that grew up on the estate but neighborhood children as well. It had probably been last used as a school in the 1930s.
I was sleeping there one night and I dreamed that there was someone in the bedroom with us. For severl nights running I had the same dream and the “person” in the room kept getting closer and closer to the bed with each subsequent dream, but always just out of view. I also had several instances where I got that creepy feeling where someone is standing close to or looking at you and you turn around and no one’s there. As an aside, I should point out that I’m not particulaly superstitious nor do I put alot of stock in paranormal stuff.
After a week or so of this I was drifting off to sleep and had the very disturbing feeling that someone was standing right by my side of the bed. This time I dreamed or noticed that it was a girl about 10 years old. She had long braids, was in a smocked dress, and had tights on. She was just standing there. It unsettled me, but I suppose I thought I was dreaming or half-asleep and made a mental note, “Oh, this is cool. I’ll have to tell Susan in the morning.”
Over the next couple of weeks I kept catching glimpses of this girl-figure as I was falling asleep. I even made up a name for her - Laura (because she reminded me of Laura from Little House on the Prairie). I’d mention to Susan that “Laura” had been to see me again last night - ha ha ha.
One morning Susan told me, “You actually got up out of bed last night and went over to the corner and talked to Laura.” I know I walk and talk in my sleep, so it didn’t surprise me that I had been up and around, but having a conversation spooked me a little. I had no recall of it.
The visitations were a pretty regular event, and while I never felt threatened or scared, it was beginning to make me uncomfortable. According to my wife I finally sat upright in bed (see above post - I have a habit of doing this) and said, “Please go away and leave us alone. We’re only visiting.” Aain, absolutley no recall of doing this. After that the visitations stopped.
Now comes the creepy part (as if the above wasn’t creepy enough).
An elderly gentleman attends our church and lives about .5 miles from the estate where this took place. The estate had been his great aunts home and he had grown up there. I knew him and his family, but Susan and I had never spoken a word of any of this to anyone. After church one Sunday Susan casually mentioned to Chap (the gentleman) what had been going on. He said, “Oh, you’ve seen her, too? She’s been there a long, long time. There was a diptheria epidemic here in the early 1900s and several children that attended the school died.”
Hallucinations? Over-active imagination? I have no idea but it is the most unusual thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
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