[Part 1 of 3]
Well, as I have said from the beginning of my membership here at ATS, I joined originally to tell of the 3 distinct paranormal experiences I have had
in my 49 years. I have told one so far, and have as of yet lacked the courage or motivation to do the same with others…
Yesterday and especially last night, I had another -- Number 4, and I wanted to write it down while it was still fresh in my mind.
This is not going to be a real flashy or sexy tale. Sorry about that. I’m going to stick as closely to the facts as possible.
I live in a big old farm house out in the middle of nowhere that’s over 120 years old. Basically, the entire upstairs of the house is my domain –
4 bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, a long gallery over the stairs, probably a good 1,500 square feet of mostly unused space. The room I live in is
dead-center in the middle of the house; it is a large room, big enough for me to have a desk, audio/video setup, a bed, and other bedroom furniture.
There is a walk-in closet, and then another bedroom that can only be accessed through mine.
The house is old and creaky, but has been well-maintained and updated over the years. When one lives in an old house like this, one very quickly gets
used to the squeaks and groans and other noises the structure makes. In a strong wind the house sways and shudders. I know the normal noises the
house makes and under which conditions they occur.
Yesterday morning I woke up a little cranky. I did not sleep well. It was as if my sleep had continually been disturbed all night long. Still, I
arose and went through my normal morning routine – coffee, newspaper, shower, etc. All along I felt out-of-sorts. Not quite right. Anxious.
A few hundred feet up the road from the house is a large farm complex (long dormant) where I have a small office that I use on my days when I’m
home. About mid-morning yesterday I got in my car and drove to the office. I settled in behind the computer, checked my email, did some banking,
scanned the various news sites, but as the day went on, I felt an increasing sense of foreboding; almost like an impending sense of doom. By noon it
was almost to the point where I felt it physically – as if there was too much gravity and I was being dragged downward.
I went out to lunch with a friend and I told her of my strange sensations. She knows me pretty well and knows I’m usually pretty stable emotionally
and otherwise. She was concerned about me, but the subject passed and I made my way back from lunch to the farm.
By late afternoon it was borderline unbearable. I really thought something physical was wrong with me. I told a relative who shares the farm complex
that I felt like a hand was held firmly against my forehead and I could barely make any forward progress.
I stayed at the office later than normal last night to watch the news events unfolding with the Christopher Dorner situation and then the State of the
Union speech and “rebuttal”. While the feeling of heaviness didn't go away, it also didn’t get worse, or maybe I was just getting used to it.