November 2019
A few things to note that have happened recently. Two of them involved my oldest, Sam, and one only happened to me but it was a doozy. The other day, I was on the phone with my best friend when an extremely disturbing type of interference sound came through the line. I have a lot of friends and family that I talk on the phone with often, sometimes for over an hour or more at a time. I can count on my hand the amount of times I've heard any sort of weird or disrupting sounds. Even back when there were less cell towers or before then with land lines, I've never experienced anything quite like this.
We had been having sort of a morbid conversation about our parents, saying that our hope is that they feel peace when it's their time and that their deaths are not traumatic in nature. Mid-conversation, Sam had stopped me in the hallway and asked me to help fix his shoe. While my friend was talking, I bent over to help when this blood-curdling scream, almost like a sound bite from a horror movie, came blaring through the phone:
“BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”
My eyes were literally bugging out of my head and when I looked up at Sam, he took a step backward as his petrified-face echoed mine. It was so loud that even he heard it while the phone was wedged between my shoulder and my ear. I cut my friend off mid-sentence and said, “Holy shit, did you hear that?”
“What? Hear what?” she asked.
“That scream,” I said. “Like a woman’s scream blasting through the phone.”
She could tell I wasn't making it up and was starting to get freaked out too, but swore she didn’t hear anything on her end. I told her that Sam was right there with me and he was nodding his head that yes, he had heard it too. It sounded absolutely terrifying and unlike anything I've ever experienced while on the phone.
The next event happened only to Sam. He either reads a book or watches a video on his tablet in the morning so that it stays quiet in the house for everyone else. It was early one morning and I was making coffee when he quickly came into the kitchen and said, “Mom. I’m really scared right now.” I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was genuinely feeling fear.
I asked him what was going on and he told me that he was in bed watching a video on his tablet. He paused it and set it down so that he could go play with his cars on the floor. After a couple minutes, the tablet suddenly unpaused by itself and started playing again. He looked up at the tablet from the floor when he suddenly felt chills all down his legs. He said he felt frozen, like he couldn't move his legs. Finally, he was scared enough that he forced himself up and bolted out of the room.
This one was hard for me. Not often do my kids describe their experiences to me and like always, I want them to feel heard and validated. At the same time, I don’t want to overly encourage them to the point where they start making up stories just to have stories. It’s a very delicate, fine, line that I have to balance on. So I asked him questions because first and foremost I want to disprove whatever can be disproven. I explained to him again that debunking these types of phenomena when possible is the only thing that will keep our heads on straight.
"Are you sure that it was paused?'
" Yes."
"Was it the same video that you had paused or did it change?"
"It was the same."
"Did you feel anything else?"
"Just really really scared."
I validated that it was a very unusual experience and that he did the right thing by telling me. I had him stay by me for a while until he felt safe again and went about the rest of our morning as usual.
This next one still has me dumbfounded. I was putting away laundry in the girls’ room and when I turned to leave the closet, I felt the most ice cold feeling on my neck. I can still remember exactly where it was, almost at the crook between my neck and my shoulder. It's November and the feeling was ICE COLD so I thought to myself, is it snow? Cold water? Is there a leak in the roof?
I reached up and touched my neck but it wasn’t wet. What the hell? My brain was still trying to make any logical sense of it. My hands went up to feel for the cold metal of a necklace chain but I wasn’t even wearing a necklace; I haven’t regularly worn jewelry in years. What. The. Hell. I stood there motionless just thinking about how unbelievably cold it was. Jeff passed by the room on his way to go pick up Sam from martial arts and saw me standing there looking extremely confused. He asked me what was wrong but instead of responding, I went into weirdo-debunking mode. I grabbed a nearby step stool and used it to reach up and feel around the ceiling. All while my brain is chanting, “What the hell. It has to be water. It must be a leak.”
But the ceiling was bone dry...
Jeff was still standing there watching all of this and I explained what I had felt. He had to have seen the confusion in my eyes because he didn’t even have a response. He looked at my neck but said there wasn't any mark there. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any other sort of chill or weird energy. It was just an ice cold touch that felt about an inch long on my neck and it lasted for only a second.
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