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She Doesn't Belong Here

I have experienced paranormal activity for as long as I can remember, as have my children. It took me awhile to realize what we thought was normal, almost daily paranormal interaction of some kind or another, was not that common place for everyone else. They had one to two experiences to our thousands. I am not sure why this is the case. It may be due to our level of awareness or we are just lucky that way (that’s sarcasm). Most things we just acknowledge by commenting, “oh that’s interesting” and then let it go. Other times it is more personal and has an impact on our spiritual journey through life.

However, every once in awhile, I will get a glimpse of something that I know instinctively I was not supposed to see or hear. The best way I can describe it is “a glitch in the matrix.” When this happens, I become hyperaware. I intuitively know I should not react to what I am seeing or hearing. I have always had this strong feeling that if I acknowledge what I saw or heard, it will not be a positive experience for me and/or something will change that shouldn’t be changing. In other words, there will be a ripple effect. I don’t believe this is just my fear of confrontation coming forward either.

To me, this is the scariest category of the paranormal experiences because I don’t know what the true impact will be if I were to acknowledge it.

Here is one such experience that happened when I was in my mid-twenties.

I was visiting a couple friends in Massachusetts and it was the beginning of the winter season. These friends lived high up on a mountain in a rural part of the state. It was chilly outside and inside the house due to the wintry wind.

I decided to go up to my bedroom, get warm and take a nap. I was lying with my back to the door cuddled up in the blankets. I dozed off for a bit.

Something shocked me awake and brought me into a hyper-aware state. I lay frozen in the bed as I listened to the house trying to understand why I was alerted. My intuition told me to keep my eyes closed. I became aware of a conversation about me happening by my bedside, at my back between two… creatures.

My impression was they each looked like the creature Dobby from the Harry Potter movies. (In my twenties, Harry Potter didn’t exist yet.) They were short with big floppy ears and big eyes. Their voices were high pitched. I didn’t feel they were benevolent creatures. They were not lovable like Dobby in the movies. I felt threatened. I knew instinctively that I was not supposed to be hearing them talk about me. I pretended I was still asleep.

“She doesn’t belong here.”

“I know. What do we do?”

“We need to figure out a way to dispose of her.”

“How should we get rid of her?”

I listened to them discussing me. They chatted about who I was, why I was there, and what they were going to do about me. They definitely had an agenda that did not match mine! The conversation ended with a comment that they couldn’t do what they wanted if I was sleeping. They waited for me to wake up; I continued to pretend I was asleep, keeping my eyes closed. Eventually they grew frustrated and left.

As you would guess, I didn’t move from the bed for quite a while. I was frozen. I attempted to digest what I had overheard. I can tell you though, I made sure that I was never alone again in the house, nor did I take another nap or sleep there!

Happy Halloween.


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