Instead a new light, a slightly brighter one, pried open my eye lids and again, I was startled to fully awake. Floating across the room was a small flowing drape of light, slowly rotating and moving from near the door towards the end of my bed. It was like a couple feet of weightless semi-transparent chiffon fabric, and it drifted closer to my bed.
My pulse was racing and I was angry at being almost scared. “No,” I thought, “I’m a scientist and not some ghost-story paranoid. But what is that thing?”
Thanks Ann Marie for sharing my story. This event, except for a few embellishments actually happened to me. The final paragraphs are fictional -but most of the rest was true and I felt like an idiot for getting so worked up over it. This story is my passive aggressive attempt to reduce the whole thing to fiction.
lol…I grew up in an old Victorian home that had its fair share of strange and unusual events…some things just can’t be explained.
https://talesofafamily.blog/2017/10/29/the-ghost-on-lincoln-avenue/