Friday the 13th
True weirdness hasn't happened to me in a long time.
But at 3 a.m. this morning I was awakened by a voice at my shoulder, saying, "Mom?"
I rolled over. No one was there.
This was not a dream. I'd been jolted immediately out of a dead sleep by this voice, and I'm one of those people do who remember their dreams. This was the voice of a girl, clear as a bell--not a small child, but maybe 10 or older. I was so freaked out, I had to get up and wander around for fifteen minutes to make sure this wasn't a warning that the house was on fire or something. I couldn't even blame the cat, who was sleeping downstairs.
I didn't dream it. I didn't imagine it. The voice woke me up.
How creepy is that?
But at 3 a.m. this morning I was awakened by a voice at my shoulder, saying, "Mom?"
I rolled over. No one was there.
This was not a dream. I'd been jolted immediately out of a dead sleep by this voice, and I'm one of those people do who remember their dreams. This was the voice of a girl, clear as a bell--not a small child, but maybe 10 or older. I was so freaked out, I had to get up and wander around for fifteen minutes to make sure this wasn't a warning that the house was on fire or something. I couldn't even blame the cat, who was sleeping downstairs.
I didn't dream it. I didn't imagine it. The voice woke me up.
How creepy is that?