It was in the middle of the night of the 24th when I felt myself suddenly awaken (by what?). Immediately, I sensed that ‘something’ was there inside the confines of my residential space, if not, inside my house.
It was around 1.30 in the morning.
My immediate suspicion was that it was a burglar. There were those unnatural and muffled sounds. I felt that something was moving around, all the while trying to do so without making any sound.
I was there lying on my bed, now fully awaken. I thought—if it was a burglar, what might be his immediate incentive?! He would make his next moves in pursuit of this ‘incentive’—I further reasoned!
What should I do to counter his moves?
All this mental planning was necessary because I’m living alone. But after some 15 minutes of trying to discern any pattern in the unusual sounds, I was out of the bed and, with a flashlight in hand, I tried to find out the ‘something’ behind the unusual sounds.
But there was nothing.
Nevertheless, sleep deserted me. At around 2.30 in the morning , there came the noises and footsteps of the patients or the patient parties, queuing up in the doctor’s residence, who is my neighbor. What do you think of the patients trying to start queuing up from 2.30 in the morning onwards?
With the stomping of footsteps and the people starting to strike up conversations in my next neighborhood, all the unusual sounds were gone or muffled up. I went to sleep again and I woke up at around 8.30 in the morning!
In the afternoon, one of my sisters phoned me telling me that my mother’s youngest was no more.
In the morning when I woke, I was totally puzzled as to what might be behind the night’s unusual sounds. I have been living alone for several years now and it was the first the instance of my encountering such kinds of unusual sounds. Most of the times, I also sleep like a log and I can’t remember any night when I was awaken by such sounds in the middle of the night.
As soon as the phone conversation with my sister ended, a thought crept into my mind—Were sounds anything to do with the death? Were the sounds of what you call the paranormal type?
UPDATE: My not coming to my blog for two consecutive nights does not have anything to do with the ‘paranormal sounds’ of the other night. The following night saw all night long power outage. Yesterday, I went to the house of the deceased. My intent was to stay there as briefly as possible. But all my dear and near ones were all there and I ended up staying the whole day there itself. When I returned late in the evening all those grieving and sadness somehow seeped inside me and I could not pull myself up to blog.
Monday, April 28, 2008
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