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Not My Imagination

Lindsay Bellaire, Ontario, Canada
April 2003

Hi. A few years ago, I don't remember exactly when (I'm 15 now), I had an encounter unlike any I've ever read up on. To this day, I find I am still at a loss for a logical explanation.

I've been a believer all my life, and a strong one at that. But I never, in my wildest dreams, though that something like this would happen. Ever since this night, I have prayed to God to keep the evil spirits from my home.

My experience starts in the middle of the night, about 1:00 ? 2:00 in the mourning. I had to go to the bathroom. Let me assure you, I was fully awake and alert. I went down the stairs and directly at the bottom is the bathroom, then to your right is a hallway, and to the left is the back door.

So, I went to the bathroom and on my way out, I glanced down the hallway, as I usually do. Well, used to do (I haven't done it since). There I saw my mom, standing and staring at me. But her eyes were strange, almost vacant looking, and it was as if she saw me, but didn't; she was almost looking straight through me. I was so afraid. It took me about 3 seconds to deduce that this was not my mother, merely an image that LOOKED like her. In my fear, I bounded up the stairs and into my sisters room where I slept for the rest of the night, the tears running silently down my cheeks.

What I had seen was a lot more than what I just described. You see, my mother had this nightgown she always wore, I'm not sure if she still has it. That night, I believe she went to bed with it on, I hadn't taken notes! But the person (or whatever it was) I saw standing in front of me (well, about 10-15 feet away) was wearing that nightgown. I still feel the terror welding up inside me when I try to picture what I saw. I don't know if her feet were even touching the floor. What startles me further however is the fact that I know it wasn't my mother because at 1 in the morning she'd be up for only two reasons: a small midnight snack, or to go to the bathroom (we only have one). However after I bounded up the stairs no footsteps could be heard from the hallway below. The house was eerily silent.

I've tried for years to erase the scar that sight left on me, I was so upset by it, I thought something had happened to my mom! I just cannot forget what happened that night. And as for that spirit! I hope it gets what it deserves for using my mothers form to appear to me, unless is had a darn good reason for it!

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

Lindsay Bellaire, Ontario, Canada
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