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?”
Tales of a Family 
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.
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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/
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