As a child of about eight lying in bed awake (or at least so I thought), I heard what I assumed to be my mother coming up the hall and opening the gate to my bedroom (no door, just a gate to keep my toddler sister out), as she often checked on me before going to bed herself. I pretended to be asleep, intending to surprise her. I felt her (I assumed) touch my arm lightly, her hand was cold. I opened my eyes and sat up to give her a surprise hug, but there was no one there. I was so terrified that I was unable to scream, and hid under my covers.
The most reasonable explanation I can think of now is night terrors, but I vividly remember being wide awake. I suppose it could have been a series of misunderstood sensory inputs, culminating with a big spider or something landing on my arm. My primary hypothesis for many years though was that it was a ghost or similar, despite a trailer being a dubious place for a haunting.
The most reasonable explanation I can think of now is night terrors, but I vividly remember being wide awake. I suppose it could have been a series of misunderstood sensory inputs, culminating with a big spider or something landing on my arm. My primary hypothesis for many years though was that it was a ghost or similar, despite a trailer being a dubious place for a haunting.
I'm not anti-Christian. I'm anti-stupid.
