Day Transformed to Night

From: Lydia Devonport (vivideye@ieway.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Spokane, WA, U.S.
Source: Form Submission

First let me clear any assumptions you may have while reading my story, so that you read without distraction of skepticism. 1) Being one who records and pays close attention to dreams, I know with my entire being that this experience was not a dream. 2) There were no drugs involved, not even prescription. 3) I was under no stress.

One afternoon, I lay down to relax in our apartment, which, was located in a 103 year old house. Very shortly after I had lay down, I felt myself hovering inches above my body, only my head remained 'in', so to speak, putting me at a bit of an angle (feet highest). Suddenly an ear-bleedingly loud burst of what sounded like polka music sounded all around me. There was no stereo on, and this music was coming from inside my apartment, not any neigbors, and beside that, all but one tenant were out at work.

I noticed that afternoon had suddenly become pitch black night, and the chandeliers which I had turned off, were on- a strange goldish glow emanating not only from the bulbs, but the metal that made up the fixture itself. The carpet had also changed, from brown to an older looking burgundy, patterned with large drowsing flowers and vines. The music turned to static, equally loud, and at the same time I looked to the ceiling to find what I can only describe as fragments of spirits swirling about (their color was close to the glow around the chandeliers, but having a more greenish blue quality). The static turned to full orchestra, playing some beautiful classical piece, but it still so loud, it will have been difficult to enjoy. The fragmented spirits turned whole, three or four full bodies.

I turned my eyes to the door in front of the futon where I lay and realised, though I had locked it, it was slowly opening. I willed it shut, then chiding myself for becoming frightened, I relaxed and felt myself float further up and the door cracked open again. I heard a voice, that sounded like my mother, though I knew it was not, because she lives thirty miles away, and a sensation I felt that something was impersonating her.

Out of fear again, I shut the door and a silouhette started to come through its solid wood. The figure appeared as a shadow of a small, old skinny, bald man. He seemed very jovial, but insane and somewhat wicked. But he didn't mean any harm. He began gesticulating wildly toward the floor with his arms, almost as if dribbling a basketball, then came upright and pointed at me. He raised an open hand and threw what is best described as a snatch of air that looked as if someone had peeled away a couple layers of darkness- and I felt it hit my chest.

Suddenly everything was back to normal- afternoon, lights off, daytime sounds. I promptly took a walk, wide eyed and giddy, a fresh mug of coffee in hand. Visit me at Chateau du Noctilucent Paranormal Investigation Or email ennui@juno.com or vivideye@ieway.com