Okay readers. I’ve decided that the first paranormal experience that you should hear about from me is the one that got me into this business in the first place. And by “business,” I don’t mean that I get paid for it. If you would like to start paying me for it, please leave a comment, write down a number on a check, and I’ll tell you how many zeroes to put in front of that number.
Anyway my first encounter with the paranormal was in the house I grew up in, in Chesterville. I was around fourteen years old and I watched a lot of horror movies, but I hadn’t really thought about ghosts or demons or vampires or the Loch Ness monster being real yet. (By the way, all those things are very real, but we’ll get to that.)
It started one night in my room. I was on the edge of sleep in my racecar bed when I heard a knock on my window. My room was on the second floor, so this was a little confusing. But brave, young whipper-snapper that I was, I got out of bed to check it out.
I pulled back the curtain and a face stared back at me from the outside. A pale white face with sunken eyes and dry, torn up lips. It looked like a floating corpse, hovering just outside my window.
The Chesterville cemetery is just on the outside of our small town and a few miles from my house. As far as I knew, the corpses there didn’t make a habit of floating by windows.
“Let me inside,” he said in a raspy, crackling voice.
“Um, no,” I said, with no fear.
“Let me inside,” he said again.
“Dude, no way,” I said. “Get the hell out of here before I send you back to the grave in pieces.”
I mostly just wanted to get back to bed. But beating up a floating zombie would have been pretty sweet too.
“Open the window, (name removed),” he whispered.
Now, to be honest, this did surprise me a little. This thing knew my name, so I asked him how he knew me.
“I know everything about you,” he said. “I know where you were born, where you will die, who you will meet. I know your secrets.”
By “secrets,” he probably meant that time I got into my dad’s liquor cabinet and ended up challenging the vacuum cleaner to a fistfight because it was giving me attitude. (Spoiler Alert: I won.)
As a fourteen-year-old, I didn’t want my parents finding out about that. Certainly, not from a floating dead guy.
I stood there at my window and felt my hands moving to unlock it. It felt involuntary. Just a natural reaction to what the floating man was saying.
“Open the window and I’ll tell you everything,” he said. “I’ll tell you your future. I can make you immortal.”
Immortality sounded pretty nice. I mean, all I had was this crappy mortality and I wasn’t against upgrading on that situation.
I unlocked the window. The man outside smiled at me; his lips cracked as he did it.
My window started to crack as I lifted it. A thin line serpentined its way from where my fingers touched it up to where my reflection looked back at me. And the man was gone. The window shattered into my face and my parents came running into my room.
I told Ryan and Mark about what happened and at first they didn’t believe me. We hadn’t really seen any evidence of the paranormal actually existing at that point. It wasn’t until another night that they started to believe. But that’s another story.
That night in my room, my life changed and I decided to explain the strange things that no one could yet explain. To seek the creatures that lived beyond our realm. To boldly go where no man has gone before!
(And seriously, if you want to write me a check, go for it…)