I wouldn’t do justice to the story in the previous article if I were to disregard my own brush with the weirdness in that house. This occurred sometime toward the end of my junior year of high school. when my mother and I went to visit her parents...
That evening, we arrived at the house, greeted everyone, and then retired to our rooms to sleep. My mother was sleeping in the bed next to mine. During the night, I experienced something quite terrifying. I was sleeping in the very same room that my mother had used when she heard the mysterious walking sounds. Was this a coincidence, or was there a connection? I’m not sure.
I woke up to the sound of my grandmother walking into the hall. I was sure I heard her and not anyone else, because she suffered from a bad case of asthma;; she breathed with difficulty, producing quite a distinctive sound. I learned later, she forgot to take her pump into her bedroom, and she was going to the kitchen to retrieve it. I was fully awake by the time she entered the kitchen. The light from the kitchen was shining dimly through my glass-door and into the room. My mother slept soundly, as usual.
At this point, I felt something jump up and land on top of my legs. It quickly started climbing up toward my head. I will never forget that feeling - it felt just like my cat. My cat loved to jump up on my bed, creep up toward my head, bite my ears, and purr, until I woke up. At first, when the creature landed on me I didn’t move. I stiffened, anxiously waiting to see what happened next. I recall trying to remember if we’d brought our cat with us. Funny, I know, but that’s the first thought that popped into my head.
I felt it blow a breath of warm air into my ear. That did it! I jumped up and threw off the covers. I immediately turned on the nightlight and, still feeling panic stricken, I looked to see if anything was on top of me. I looked under the bed. I looked around the room. I saw nothing.
Naturally, the commotion woke up my mother. She gave me a puzzled look and asked what was going on. I yelled out that I felt a cat creep up on top of me. "What cat?!," she replied. “I don’t know,” I said, “but,” I continued insisting, “I know that it was right on top of me!” She got up, tried to calm me down and helped me search the room. Neither of us found anything or anyone.
At breakfast, we spoke at length about my ordeal of the night before. I am sure by now you can get an idea of my grandmother’s input to the story. But there was something else. My mother was worried that, perhaps, there was something the matter with the cat we left with the neighbors and that, somehow, I sensed there was something wrong and channeled that feeling into the experience that transpired the night before. True, this idea sounds a bit superstitious, but I guess, our conclusion was somewhat understandable under the circumstances. Of course, when we got home the cat was its usual self - as healthy and as playful as ever.
Unfortunately, the creepy feeling I felt that night remained with me for a long time… I’m ashamed to admit that it took me at least a year to be able to sleep without first pulling up he covers over my head. ¾ if not to cover my head completely, then at least to cover my ears.
I will now leave the old house, and the ghost stories, and in my next article tell you about a cryptozoological second-hand experience. You might have heard of this one yourself…