by Jane Ganly

Created on: December 01, 2009

Ghosts and haunted houses are not the only paranormal encounters one can experience . Yes, I have been touched...once. And yes, I have heard my father, who had passed away six months earlier, give me an order, which led to a life saving visit to an emergency room. And no, paranormal encounters are not always meant to scare the living. My latest supernatural encounter was a comforting sign from a special soul. My soul mate! Am I psychic? No, I don't believe so. I tend to think that my soul is just very open to communication from other souls who have passed on.

This most recent paranormal encounter occurred shortly after the death of someone I believe was my soul mate. In fact we both believed we were soul mates. He knew just how to sooth my fears, calm my racing heart, reassure my goodness, wipe away my tears, and erase my loneliness. Now I must tell you that I have a few recurring dreams. Although these dreams are usually frightening there is nothing paranormal about them. My soul mate was aware of my scary recurring dreams as I would recount them to him in great detail.

On this one particular evening I had crawled into bed at my usual time, and had no problem drifting off to sleep. I quickly fell into a recurring dream. Not to get into a lot of detail, I will say it was about my son and an unexpected turn of events which would drastically alter his life for the worse. In the dream I was overwhelmed with sadness, fear, and anger. I woke suddenly, gasping for breath, my heart pounding wildly while a sense of dread flooded over me. Moments after my eyes opened a clicking noise broke the silence of my bedroom. This cracking, clicking noise was coming from the corner of my room, where the television stood. My cable box, with it's illuminated clock display sits atop it. My eyes snapped to the corner of the room. A few seconds passed as my eyes strained to focus on the glowing numbers, and my ears tuned into the clicks.

I must tell you now I do wear glasses, not strong ones, but my vision without them is slightly blurry.

As I focused on the clicking noise, the glowing numbers, which should be displaying the time, were changing, counting down. Almost like a slot machine, rolling numbers. I stared long and hard at this odd occurrence. Was I thinking paranormal activity? No, not at all. Although I was still feeling uneasy and quite shaken from the dream I had just woke from, I had no inkling I was about to have a supernatural experience. Focusing on the number furthest

• 1
• 2
• 3
• Next Page >>