Current Temp: 11C (52F)
Skies: overcast
Forecast:  20C (68F) with a 60% chance of thundershowers in the afternoon

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Good morning, friends, neighbors, fans, and peeples in general!   I have an interesting tale to share with you...

On Sunday evening, we were hit by a severe thunderstorm.  Lightning flashed hard and fast around us, and thunder boomed so deep and loud that it literally made my desk vibrate and my windows rattle.  I was watching a show on BlogStar when a particularly loud crash of thunder boomed near my window, making me jump. A brilliant bolt of lightning followed, and for several seconds, it seemed as if the entire world was lit up in an apocalyptic flash. And then, the heavens opened up, and within seconds, my ears were ringing from the furious onslaught of hailstones the size of golf balls smashing against our house while the wind violently shook the apple trees and slammed them brutally hard against the windows.

A couple of minutes later, the storm abruptly ended, and the world became eerily quite. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, waiting for my vision to return after being almost blinded by a close, brilliant flash of lightning.  The room was very quiet - the window had already been closed, and so had my office door (my cat Charlie was going ballistic), and my computer sound was turned off.

Just as my vision and hearing returned to normal, I heard a man's voice behind me.  It was just loud enough for me to hear it, but not loud enough for me to understand what he was saying, so I turned around.  There was no one there.  My first thought was that maybe Roger was calling me from the bedroom, so I went to check. Roger was fast asleep.  I returned to my chair, sat down, and started to focus again on getting my vision back, and I heard the man's voice again.  Again, I turned around - this time, I listened very carefully, thinking that Roger was talking in his sleep.  Roger was fast asleep.

This happened a third time, and by the third time, I realized I was hearing the voice of the adult male who resides in our house with the two small children. It's the first time I've ever heard him.  Part of me was thrilled - they've been with us for as long as we've owned the house (ten years), and I've never heard any of them.  I've seen the little girl, but I've never actually heard them.  But part of me was a little freaked out, too, because I've never heard them.

The storm seems to have given the man energy he didn't have before, because he's been making himself felt and heard ever since.  Yesterday, I laid down for a snooze (I'm having trouble sleeping), and I was awakened by a very strong sensation of someone standing beside me. You know how you can be sound asleep, and then you suddenly wake up because you just have a weird feeling that someone is watching you sleep?  It was like that. When I finally went to bed (around 2am), I heard him talking to me just as I fell asleep.  He was sitting on the little stool Roger sits on when he gets me up in the mornings. And when I was waking up, just a short while ago, he came again, and this time, his voice was a bit louder.  I still couldn't understand what he was saying, but his voice was loud enough that I could hear him clearly.

As I've been sharing this story with you, the man has been standing behind me, watching what I'm typing.  He's not talking; he's just watching.  I think today or tonight would be a wonderful opportunity to use my highly-sensitive digital recorder.  Perhaps I'll even learn his name, so that I don't have to keep referring to him as "the man."

So, that's my paranormal peek-a-boo story.  It's so great that it's happening as I'm writing, this, too.  He seems to like my hair, because he keeps lifting it up...

Have a great day, everyone, and thanks so much for dropping by.  Talk to you later!  


NOTE:  John...  The name John is repeating itself in my head...