I haven't experienced anything worth noting for a long time and though I've always been curious about supernatural things, I'm not one to wish for it to happen. The most recent, I guess, was last February when overnight, a pair of footprints appeared right on the ceiling of the hotel room I was staying in. It could be anything, really, and the hotel was old so.
Oh, also last month, I was working really late preparing for an event the next day. It was 02:00 a.m., I was alone in the office. I started singing a song from the movie Yentl when suddenly the restroom door slammed shut. There wasn't a draft or anything, but still it could be anything. Only one AC was working and it was on the other side of the room. I don't consider it really out of ordinary, though some folks might really get scared.
What I wish to share is the most unexplainable. And mom has loads. I'm very careful of sharing second hand accounts but my mom really has recurring and curious stories.
When she was in high school, she would stay alone at home and study. Like me, her favourite time was dusk. She would sit in their room facing a veranda. This was on the second floor of their house in the province.
One time she said she felt something watching her. When she looked out into the sky (the veranda was at least 12 feet across) something caught her eye. Peeking through the veranda railings to the left were a pair of dark eyes. She looked closer and there was a snout. When she tried to figure out what it was, it moved a bit and she noticed there were paws clinging to the flooring between the railings.
She thought it was a dog, but when she remembered she's on the second floor, she bolted right up and the thing left as a dog would. Only that it would have been a really gigantic dog. She went downstairs to call her siblings but it disappeared when they looked out the window.
In our family, we don't chalk things up to something more normal, or express disbelief when one experience weird things. Worse, kids would try to scare each other and if you're not a sport, you'd really cry. Of course that is if the older ones don't catch the bullies first. Older folks would really warn everyone not to make fun of such things.
Anyway so my mom would share stories that are really hard to explain. I told you one story about how (my mom thinks) I was born with a scar. One night, when she was pregnant (she was then carrying my big brother; my dad verified this story; they were already living in the city and this was mid 80s), she heard something scratching on her bedroom door. She woke my dad up and she said something really sinister was trying to get in. Well my dad had been gifted by older people with a blessed belt. My father was a writer and he received gifts from communities. One of them is this belt for his travels, which was probably doused with holy water.
Anyway so my dad didn't have a gun. And my mom insisted it was some sort of animal trying to get in. He took the belt and opened up the door to a really big cat, about the size of a beagle. He lashed at it with a belt (I almost felt bad about it) but the most shocking thing was when it was hit, it screeched and flew right out, all the way through the front door. There was a hallway, then the living room, and then the front door. It really did fly close to the ceiling on the way out. Outside the front door, there were garden chairs where my uncles and aunts were then sitting sharing stories when they were surprised by what looked like a black thing screeching, zooming past. It went out into the night. One of my uncles lived with us and their cousins were living next door so they were hanging out in the front porch. Needless to say, the house was a bit shaken and I could imagine them all staying up, talking about what the heck just happened.
Whatever it was, it sure was weird. There are other stories about strange beasts that looked like ordinary ones until observed closely. It was common then, before the sprawling urbanization changed the landscape and probably whatever is living in it with us human beings.
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