Little Ghost Girl Fails to Show, Still, We'll Wait...

Current mood: chipper

So, my little ghost child did not return last night...

OK, for those not in the know, the other night I seemingly had, what a friend later told me to be a sleep paralysis episode. Apparently these are relatively common intense "dreams" in which you are kind of awake, still dreaming but having hallucinations. They generally involve the feeling of being trapped/pinned in your bed unable to move. Most people react with utter fear, often mistaking the experience for a brush with the paranormal... At the risk of contradicting a good friend, I say, bunkers, I just had a visit from my friend, the little ghost girl.

You see, this isn't the first time something like this has happened. Although she never gave me the full details, apparently something like this happened to Jen in our living room last year; and there have been many a time when I've woken up at the hour of the wolf only to have something, or hear something that has stood my hairs on end [get me scurrying back from the toilet to bed all lickity splitly like], anyhow, the other night...

The other night, I was having my normal sleep three, wake one, sleep one, wake one night time diddly-doo. I had had a few dandy-assed dreams and was lying there, when all of a sudden I felt little feet running over my bed. I knew they were little, as they felt, well just a bit bigger than when the cat used to re-adjust herself late at night. As you could imagine, I was quite startled and more than a bit scared. It felt as though these little feet had been used to bolt this little person through my room, over the bed [which these days is actually a couch], and into my living room. Obviously, I wanted to get up and have a look, but alas, there I was, pinned, guilver-hog tied to the bed. Couldn't move a muscle, didn't get a look.

I was spooked, but did manage to fall back to sleep for a while, had some more epic dreams [Nazi's, fiords, stone castles, Danish lunch and dinner dates with piles of logan-berry jam, liverwurst and greasy meat]... I'd have to say, it was a pretty entertaining night in the ol' noggin'. ANYHOW, that morning although STILL spooked, I was far more interested to come up with an explanation for my little jogger-pal experience. The hair was still standing up on my neck when I got email back from my friend. I did take her suggestion as sensible, and I did take it through a few turns on the net as well... lots of good reading, but honestly, I think there's something more to it.

I've decided to call ol' "little feet" my little ghost girl. So far I've filled her in as either an olive skinned dark eyed little Spanish girl with braids, or a pie faced sunken eyed, straight-haired, blond polish child. I figure the child either had some connection with my place, as I assume my apartment has been home to close to 30/40 families since being built sometime over hundred years ago. Anyhow, lets just say, as one possibility, the chances of some kid coming to a no good end in my apartment, sickness, or worse, is pretty darned high. Of course another theory might be, we just have a little ghost girl looking for a place with a little extra space to hang for the winter. I can tell you straight up, I have a lot of extra space in my life these days.

Anyhow, I haven't come up with a name for my little ghost girl. Actually, I'm hoping she'll tell me when she pops on by again, this time sticking around for a while. The night this happened, was one of the few nights in a long while that I had turned the TV off when I wen to bed. I'm thinking maybe this may have pissed her off, so I'm leaving the TV on again. It'd be nice to watch some TV with the kid, play a game, hey maybe I could read her a book [although, I only have two in the house right now, neither of which are really suited for young children]... I guess I could always try to make something up as I turned the pages, a little fairy tale for kids based on "Confederates in the Attic", or "In Cold Blood"... :-)

Contrary to a popular misconception, I do like kids, and have often times enjoyed the company of my niece, nephew and my cousins two kids. So, I am hoping for another visit. Hopefully ghost girl does have an attachment to my place, hey ghost girl, bring a friend if you like, we'll have a tea party [do ghost girls read blogs?].

So, that's my story, I'm sticking to it. To my friend, I say thanks for the info, I have considered it, AND it is most plausible. But for now, at least until such a great distance of time has passed between visits that your theory prove more likely, I'll go with my ghost girl theory.

Anyone like to join us at the tea party?