I've always been pretty skeptical about supernatural things... ghosts, spirits, etc... any person who has ever claimed to have experienced one is always some whacky redneck who has also had numerous UFO sightings under his belt... but what happened to me Saturday night changed my outlook on things quite a bit...
Most of you know that my dad died when I was 19... that's about 3 1/2 years ago now. It's amazing how time flies...
Anyway... except for the first couple weeks after coping with his death, I've never tried to talk to him or "contact" him in anyway... and even then, I wasn't really "trying to", it just made me fell better to not give up the use of the word "Dad" in a directive way.
So anyway, on with the story...
In the dead middle of the night Saturday night, I woke up from my sleep. I was laying on my side facing the window of my room, which is opposite of the door. All of a sudden, the door opened. And I froze. I could NOT move. I kept thinking to myself, "WAKE UP Jay... this is a dream. WAKE UP." The harder and harder I tried to move, the more paralyzed I became. The footsteps started walking towards the bed, and I closed my eyes because I wanted to pretend to be asleep. Pretty soon, the fright inside me was gone, and I had a very peaceful feeling. I wasn't breathing heavily, my heart wasn't racing... I was calm. As the figure got closer and closer to my bed, the more and more peaceful I felt. Whoever was in my room had a flashlight. I can vividly remember the light shining through my eyelids. Even though I wasn't scared at all at this point, I was still fighting to move, trying desperately to open my eyes and see who was there. After a few brief minutes, the person walked back towards the door, and then the door closed. The moment the door closed, my body released its stiffness and I could move again. My heart began to race like the 25th mile of a marathon and I was left in a dizzying state of mind trying to figure out what I just experienced...
It was without a doubt the most real, intense, and emotional experience that maybe I have ever had. I don't know how to explain it...
I'm not even going to say that it was my dad in the room, but I know what happened was real. There's some things in this world that we just can't explain, and I'm glad for that... when you stop trying to explain everything, you can take a lot more on faith.
Most of you know that my dad died when I was 19... that's about 3 1/2 years ago now. It's amazing how time flies...
Anyway... except for the first couple weeks after coping with his death, I've never tried to talk to him or "contact" him in anyway... and even then, I wasn't really "trying to", it just made me fell better to not give up the use of the word "Dad" in a directive way.
So anyway, on with the story...
In the dead middle of the night Saturday night, I woke up from my sleep. I was laying on my side facing the window of my room, which is opposite of the door. All of a sudden, the door opened. And I froze. I could NOT move. I kept thinking to myself, "WAKE UP Jay... this is a dream. WAKE UP." The harder and harder I tried to move, the more paralyzed I became. The footsteps started walking towards the bed, and I closed my eyes because I wanted to pretend to be asleep. Pretty soon, the fright inside me was gone, and I had a very peaceful feeling. I wasn't breathing heavily, my heart wasn't racing... I was calm. As the figure got closer and closer to my bed, the more and more peaceful I felt. Whoever was in my room had a flashlight. I can vividly remember the light shining through my eyelids. Even though I wasn't scared at all at this point, I was still fighting to move, trying desperately to open my eyes and see who was there. After a few brief minutes, the person walked back towards the door, and then the door closed. The moment the door closed, my body released its stiffness and I could move again. My heart began to race like the 25th mile of a marathon and I was left in a dizzying state of mind trying to figure out what I just experienced...
It was without a doubt the most real, intense, and emotional experience that maybe I have ever had. I don't know how to explain it...
I'm not even going to say that it was my dad in the room, but I know what happened was real. There's some things in this world that we just can't explain, and I'm glad for that... when you stop trying to explain everything, you can take a lot more on faith.








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