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All praise Grail
I'd like to start off by saying that I'm a big skeptic by nature and a scientist at heart. Anytime someone tells me about their paranormal experiences, whether it be ghosts, angels, UFOs or Bigfoot, I'm usually the first to be rolling my eyes (depending on the person of course). But that doesn't mean unexplained things do not happen. And I myself had one totally unexplainable thing happen before my waking eyes that completely turned everything I thought I knew and threw it in the garbage. This is my story.
I was around 10 years old playing in my room before bed. 90's kids will remember those little metal matchbox cars, about the size of a roll of quarters. I had quite a collection and would drive them around on the carpet (think Danny in The Shining ). On this ordinary night, my father came into my room and told me it was bedtime in 10 minutes but I decided that I wasn't done playing and so I would sneak a few cars into my bed. After he turned off the light and went downstairs I pulled back my covers and continued playing with my cars.
My room was pretty big. My bed was on the far side against the wall across from the door. Next to the door was a giant wooden toybox. The room also had high ceilings that went even higher where the skylight was in the center, higher than anyone could reach.
After only about ten minutes or so of playing in the dark in my bed I realized it wasn't nearly as much fun as I thought it'd be and so I put my head down. A moment later, an incredible thing happened. One of the cars (my favorite red convertible actually) began to levitate. It floated up before my eyes and across the room in an arching path. It moved fast but deliberate and much too slow as to have been thrown. And because my room was so big, this lasted a good 3 seconds. It went high up, almost to the ceiling, where I couldn't reach, and down again on the other side of the room, above my toy box. It hung there for a moment, as I watched in disbelief, before dropping suddenly, making a loud sound as the metal car landed in the wooden box.
I prayed that the noise would cause my father to come back up, as I was too scared to move. Quite literally frozen with fear. In my mind at the time all I could think was GHOST, having seen Poltergeist and the like. And because the object had ended on the other side of the room, next to the door (which was the only exit) I couldn't run in the opposite direction. My only escape was to run directly at whatever it was. I couldn't bring myself to do that. So I closed my eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep. My strategy was to make whatever it was that was trying to scare me think that I had missed it. My eyes were closed and I was asleep. Didn't see it. Being a catholic school boy I just prayed and prayed. Eventually I did fall asleep because in what seemed like no passage of time I was instantly waking up to the delight of sunlight beaming in through the windows. I shot out of bed like a cannon and bolted across the room, confirming that my toy car was indeed in the toy box where it had landed. I lunged downstairs to tell my parents what had happened.
So yea that's pretty much it. My parents still remember how emphatic I was that morning about what I had seen. There's no reasonable explanation, other than perhaps it was all a dream. But I know it wasn't. And other than the typical stuff that happens to people (hearing a whisper, seeing something move out of the corner of your eye) nothing else ever came close to that. It kind of broke my mind in a way because how impossible it is.
So anyway, if there's any strange, unexplainable experiences that you'd like to share now is the time
I was around 10 years old playing in my room before bed. 90's kids will remember those little metal matchbox cars, about the size of a roll of quarters. I had quite a collection and would drive them around on the carpet (think Danny in The Shining ). On this ordinary night, my father came into my room and told me it was bedtime in 10 minutes but I decided that I wasn't done playing and so I would sneak a few cars into my bed. After he turned off the light and went downstairs I pulled back my covers and continued playing with my cars.
My room was pretty big. My bed was on the far side against the wall across from the door. Next to the door was a giant wooden toybox. The room also had high ceilings that went even higher where the skylight was in the center, higher than anyone could reach.
After only about ten minutes or so of playing in the dark in my bed I realized it wasn't nearly as much fun as I thought it'd be and so I put my head down. A moment later, an incredible thing happened. One of the cars (my favorite red convertible actually) began to levitate. It floated up before my eyes and across the room in an arching path. It moved fast but deliberate and much too slow as to have been thrown. And because my room was so big, this lasted a good 3 seconds. It went high up, almost to the ceiling, where I couldn't reach, and down again on the other side of the room, above my toy box. It hung there for a moment, as I watched in disbelief, before dropping suddenly, making a loud sound as the metal car landed in the wooden box.
I prayed that the noise would cause my father to come back up, as I was too scared to move. Quite literally frozen with fear. In my mind at the time all I could think was GHOST, having seen Poltergeist and the like. And because the object had ended on the other side of the room, next to the door (which was the only exit) I couldn't run in the opposite direction. My only escape was to run directly at whatever it was. I couldn't bring myself to do that. So I closed my eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep. My strategy was to make whatever it was that was trying to scare me think that I had missed it. My eyes were closed and I was asleep. Didn't see it. Being a catholic school boy I just prayed and prayed. Eventually I did fall asleep because in what seemed like no passage of time I was instantly waking up to the delight of sunlight beaming in through the windows. I shot out of bed like a cannon and bolted across the room, confirming that my toy car was indeed in the toy box where it had landed. I lunged downstairs to tell my parents what had happened.
So yea that's pretty much it. My parents still remember how emphatic I was that morning about what I had seen. There's no reasonable explanation, other than perhaps it was all a dream. But I know it wasn't. And other than the typical stuff that happens to people (hearing a whisper, seeing something move out of the corner of your eye) nothing else ever came close to that. It kind of broke my mind in a way because how impossible it is.
So anyway, if there's any strange, unexplainable experiences that you'd like to share now is the time