I have long since figured out that the activity picks up when I am writing a new paranormal book. The one I am working on right now is unlike any that I have done before. So I am thinking that working on the book has a lot to do with the activity.
Marty and I were both working on our computers one day. The house was silent except for the typing that would come from one of the keyboards. We were sitting about five feet away from one another when a female voice between us spoke. We couldn't make out what was said. It was mumbled, but there were definitely three syllables in whatever was said. Right when it happened, we both looked at each other. We had both heard the same thing. We talked about what we had heard and then went back to what we were doing.
Marty was in the kitchen, helping me cook dinner when his shirt was tugged from the back. He stopped for a moment, told me what happened, and then went back to what he was doing. This happened three times while we were preparing dinner.
I had gotten up one night to go to the bathroom, I thought it strange that the time was 3:33. But I brushed it off and walked through the dark and silent house. (Here comes some TMI) As I was sitting on the toilet peeing. I heard something lightly tap the doorknob. It sounded just like a fingernail, Tap, Tap, Tap. My blood went cold. I sat there on the toilet for a moment, hoping Marty would say something from outside the door. Nothing: the house was still silent. I finished up and hurried from the bathroom. All the way up the hallway I could feel a presence just behind me. Finally, I stopped in my tracks. In my mind, I said, There is no room for you here. God lives in this house. The feeling immediately left. I walked on to my bedroom, thanking Jesus, for the comfort he had just given me.
That is something I have never been able to understand. We are a close-knit Christian family, but we still get a lot of Paranormal activity. We listen to online preaching. We listen to Gospel music. Jesus and God are thanked aloud multiple times a day for one thing or another by the whole household. There are devotionals read aloud daily. So there is a godly presence that dwells in our home. How is it even possible that we still have paranormal activity?
Chris was going to bed after a late night of online gaming with friends. It was over in the morning as he made his way down the hall. He said he could feel the presence of something walking close behind him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He told it to go away and said, 'I'm tired and I don't have time for your crap". He got into bed and began his nightly prayers. The clock on his nightstand beeped three times and began to flash 12:00. (It was well past 12:00). He ignored this and continued praying. The rest of the night was silent.
I got up the next morning not knowing about Chris's experience. I made my coffee and sat down at my computer as usual. The house was silent as the rest of the family slept. One of the windows behind me slammed down causing me to jump a little. My thoughts were, "Try again. I closed that window before I went to bed last night. You didn't scare me". Just as I thought this, the front door bumped twice. I almost laughed out loud. It is behaving like a spoiled child that doesn't get any attention. So it tries something else. That makes it almost funny.
