I don't know why I'm feeling so uneasy tonight. Everyone here is doing just fine, nothing's wrong that I know of, yet I feel as jumpy as a cat. Maybe it's just the time of year for folks to be all ascared. Maybe it was watching The Shining with Jack Nicholson earlier. Maybe it's just because when we saw a commercial for this sleigh bed, I remembered one I had over 10 years ago. The neighbor gave me an antique sleigh bed.
I got it a couple of days before Stan had his accident, and I put it in our room, set it up and I think I slept on it all of 2 weeks before giving it back to the neighbor. It came with a ghost. I had forgotten that. How does someone forget something like that?
The first time I felt the thing touch me on that bed, Stan was still at the UT hospital. I was alone in the house, and felt something rubbing my shoulder. I wasn't afraid, it was more like a "it's going to be okay" touch, comforting. I can remember thinking it was Terry. He'd died on the day Stan had fallen. I used to rub his shoulder that same way when he'd act scared.
After Stan came home, and was settled in the den, I took that bed out onto the front porch and refinished it. It had been tired and faded when I got it, and when I refinished it, it looked really nice. I set it back up and I'm not sure if it was that night or a couple of nights later, I'd gone to sleep, and something woke me up by laying on top of me. In my sleepy half awake fog, I thought it was Stan, feeling randy, but suddenly I remembered that he wasn't well enough for that, and I frantically pushed whoever it was off of me. I was certain it was a 'real' person, and I even heard the thump as I knocked this person off of me and onto the floor beside the bed.
I got up, and I know I followed someone out of my room, someone moving very fast. I was scared, I was certain someone had got into my house, but too, I was pissed off and determined to stop them and call the police. But no one was in here. Our doors were locked, Stan was sleeping, no one else was in this house.
I was so sure it had been someone, I went back to my room and looked for something that someone may have dropped or lost out of a pocket when I'd pushed them. Nothing was there.
I gave the bed back to the neighbor the next day. Over the years I had forgotten about that bed. Maybe remembering it is why I feel uneasy tonight.
Maybe Mikyla over there behind me talking softly in her sleep is what's causing it. Maybe it's that I didn't get to talk to Mom online tonight.
The only thing missing tonight is a nice loud thunder and lightening storm.
...and Michael Myers.
Posted by juel at October 30, 2005 01:20 AM