It is often hard to say what exists and what doesn't. Some believe ghosts and demons to lurk in the shadows. Others see the idea ascension of the mind to be something within the realm of extreme possibility. But when do we cross the line between wild beliefs and insanity? And when do we realize that with so many supernatural realms, it can be possible to tamper with one so much it interferes with another?
Sleep was supposed to be a necessary part of the night. So why is it that our screaming baby has to keep us up from it? I was tired of being the only person to get up in the middle of the night to get her back to sleep. I nudged my husband to remind him it was his turn. He didn't reply with as much as a groan. He was too far out of it to be bothered. With a sigh, I sat up and threw the covers off of myself and made my way to our daughter's bedroom.
I had to flick on several lights, for the hallways were too dark to see even my own feet in front of me. Finally, I made it to my sweet Hannah's room. She had thrown her blanket off of herself and lay flat on her back, crying with her face bright red. I looked around, had my husband really forgotten to turn on the nightlight again? No wonder she was freaking out. He knows as well as I that she's afraid of the dark, and yet he still forgets about the night light when he's putting her to sleep.
I turned on the night light before picking her up and rocking her in my arms. She felt so warm in my hands. She may be a little monster sometimes, with these little crying fits, but she's still precious. I rocked her and sang her a soft lullaby until the cries turned to silence. I waited a few moments more, before I felt myself nearly drifting as well. I gently pulled her from my shoulder and admired the face of my sleeping child, so peaceful. I gently laid her down in her crib and pulled her blanket over her. She looked so precious like this.
I turned off the lights, but made sure there was just enough light from the night light for her to feel safe. I quietly made my way back to the bedroom. As I crawled back into bed, I silently scowled my husband for making her cry. I got back into bed and quickly drifted to sleep.
Sleeping was something that came easier to me than most people I know. It's almost like a super power of mine. However, it isn't the only power I have with sleep. You may have heard of astral projection. In case you haven't basically, as I'm resting, I have something of an out of body experience, floating above my resting body like a ghost. It's something I've been able to do since I was a teenager. I'll often use it to watch over the world, exploring my surroundings. Lately, I've been using it to watch over my daughter.
I've rarely ever encountered anyone or anything that can interact with me while I'm in this form, making it easy to spy when I otherwise shouldn't. As of recently, I've been working on the idea of possessing people. I know, it sounds completely ridiculous, but it may be worth a try.
I tried pushing myself into my daughter. I wanted to be careful, for I didn't want to hurt her if I actually could. I just wanted to see that the world was like to her brand new eyes. Tonight was somewhat of a success. Placing my hands on her, I concentrated until I felt my hands moving through her, inside of her. I wasn't going through her like I had before. It was an interesting feeling.
A little more pushing an concentration and I had done it, I had possessed her. I opened my eyes and turned my head, stretching. It was so odd having such a tiny body to move around in. As I looked around, I noticed the giant things in my room, hidden away by the dim light of the night light. I looked up to the spinning mobile and felt almost entranced by it.
I saw a large, dark figure peak its head over my crib, startling me and making my cry out like I had never done before. It was a demon of some kind looking in on me. I cried and cried until I could hear my husband stomping into the room.
"What's wrong?" I heard him say, breathlessly, before a scream escaped his lips. Could he see the demon as well? I continued to cry until I could no longer hear my husband. I tried as hard as I could to wake myself up. I had to get Hannah and I out of this house!
I struggled to wake myself up. I had never woken up after possessing someone. I didn't know if it was possible. I could hear heavy footsteps as the demon left the room. Was it going after me in my sleeping body? I fought as hard as I could to wake myself up. There was no way I was going to let this monster hurt my family.
Finally, I was able to awaken. The room was dark. Beside me, I could feel my husband sleeping. Had I really dreamt the whole thing? I thought I should double check with my baby. After all, I didn't hear her crying. I got up out of bed and made my way to her bedroom, turning on the lights as I went. I got to her room, flicked on the lights, and screamed. My husband was dead on the floor. And I felt hot breath on the back of my neck.
Sleep was supposed to be a necessary part of the night. So why is it that our screaming baby has to keep us up from it? I was tired of being the only person to get up in the middle of the night to get her back to sleep. I nudged my husband to remind him it was his turn. He didn't reply with as much as a groan. He was too far out of it to be bothered. With a sigh, I sat up and threw the covers off of myself and made my way to our daughter's bedroom.
I had to flick on several lights, for the hallways were too dark to see even my own feet in front of me. Finally, I made it to my sweet Hannah's room. She had thrown her blanket off of herself and lay flat on her back, crying with her face bright red. I looked around, had my husband really forgotten to turn on the nightlight again? No wonder she was freaking out. He knows as well as I that she's afraid of the dark, and yet he still forgets about the night light when he's putting her to sleep.
I turned on the night light before picking her up and rocking her in my arms. She felt so warm in my hands. She may be a little monster sometimes, with these little crying fits, but she's still precious. I rocked her and sang her a soft lullaby until the cries turned to silence. I waited a few moments more, before I felt myself nearly drifting as well. I gently pulled her from my shoulder and admired the face of my sleeping child, so peaceful. I gently laid her down in her crib and pulled her blanket over her. She looked so precious like this.
I turned off the lights, but made sure there was just enough light from the night light for her to feel safe. I quietly made my way back to the bedroom. As I crawled back into bed, I silently scowled my husband for making her cry. I got back into bed and quickly drifted to sleep.
Sleeping was something that came easier to me than most people I know. It's almost like a super power of mine. However, it isn't the only power I have with sleep. You may have heard of astral projection. In case you haven't basically, as I'm resting, I have something of an out of body experience, floating above my resting body like a ghost. It's something I've been able to do since I was a teenager. I'll often use it to watch over the world, exploring my surroundings. Lately, I've been using it to watch over my daughter.
I've rarely ever encountered anyone or anything that can interact with me while I'm in this form, making it easy to spy when I otherwise shouldn't. As of recently, I've been working on the idea of possessing people. I know, it sounds completely ridiculous, but it may be worth a try.
I tried pushing myself into my daughter. I wanted to be careful, for I didn't want to hurt her if I actually could. I just wanted to see that the world was like to her brand new eyes. Tonight was somewhat of a success. Placing my hands on her, I concentrated until I felt my hands moving through her, inside of her. I wasn't going through her like I had before. It was an interesting feeling.
A little more pushing an concentration and I had done it, I had possessed her. I opened my eyes and turned my head, stretching. It was so odd having such a tiny body to move around in. As I looked around, I noticed the giant things in my room, hidden away by the dim light of the night light. I looked up to the spinning mobile and felt almost entranced by it.
I saw a large, dark figure peak its head over my crib, startling me and making my cry out like I had never done before. It was a demon of some kind looking in on me. I cried and cried until I could hear my husband stomping into the room.
"What's wrong?" I heard him say, breathlessly, before a scream escaped his lips. Could he see the demon as well? I continued to cry until I could no longer hear my husband. I tried as hard as I could to wake myself up. I had to get Hannah and I out of this house!
I struggled to wake myself up. I had never woken up after possessing someone. I didn't know if it was possible. I could hear heavy footsteps as the demon left the room. Was it going after me in my sleeping body? I fought as hard as I could to wake myself up. There was no way I was going to let this monster hurt my family.
Finally, I was able to awaken. The room was dark. Beside me, I could feel my husband sleeping. Had I really dreamt the whole thing? I thought I should double check with my baby. After all, I didn't hear her crying. I got up out of bed and made my way to her bedroom, turning on the lights as I went. I got to her room, flicked on the lights, and screamed. My husband was dead on the floor. And I felt hot breath on the back of my neck.
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