Something Weird Happened

I work in my bedroom so my desk is in there too. Everyday I sit at my desk, working on the computer. Out of the left side of my vision, my son came up and stood beside me. As I wasn’t done yet, I couldn’t talk to him yet so even though I knew he was there, I had to finish what I was doing.

It was maybe 30 seconds later when I was able to turn fully to my left hand side but no one was there. I called out to my son and asked what he wanted. He answered from down the hall and asked what did I mean. I then asked him again and I heard him get out of the rocking chair and walk down the hall to me. My son had a question look on his face and not one of a smirk if he had done anything jokingly.

Again, I asked him what he wanted when he came down before. However, he said he had been sitting in the rocking chair for a while as he watched a show so he hadn’t been down the hall in at least an hour. I quickly mentioned that I thought he came down to me but didn’t tell him just how much detail I could see of the person next to me.

I didn’t get a creepy or scared feeling as whatever I saw didn’t do anything but stand there. They weren’t even over my shoulder though, they were definitely at my side but just in my side vision. As I type right now, I can see out my bedroom door and into the hallway but that “thing” completely blocked my vision to the hallway when it was there.

I guess I’ll never know what that was and I won’t know if it will decide to come back or not until it happens, as long as it’s not in the middle of the night I think I’ll be okay.

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I like to think I'm a normal everyday woman but my mind tells me otherwise. I fight my battles and post them here. I don't tell my family and real life friends that I write here. This is my own little way of having "someone" to talk to. My own little therapy session if you will. I welcome comments and opinions but I have enough negativity to last a lifetime already . My world is changing and now more than ever I need support and encouragement but I'm still too afraid to let anyone know that it's me writing here.