Did you ever get that feeling come over you that you weren’t alone? I’m not necessarily talking about not being alone in a room. I’m talking about not being alone in your own personal space or, worse yet, in your body. I’m not exactly talking medium-like activity. I’m talking… Well, here’s the story.
My daughter and I were waiting in line at the Tower of London to see the Crown Jewels, as you do when you’re tourists. We were making our way past the guards, getting closer to the moving sidewalk, which would cruise us by the big sparklers, when I absolutely lost cohesion with the modern world. I felt like I was a pitcher being filled with cold water from my feet to my head. I could hear no identifiable sounds. I just felt pressure and the feeling that standing at my heels was something I didn’t want to turn around and see. I forced myself to turn in the thickened air, only to being suddenly pulled out of it, and instead of looking at some horrific remnant of another time, I just saw my daughter looking back at me.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Later,” I said and moved forward with the rest of the line.
Since, I’ve come up with all kinds of rational explanations for what I may have been feeling. Was I fatigued? No. Was my imagination in overdrive? Perhaps, but I remember only the anticipation of seeing the Crown Jewels, nothing else. Am I sensitive? No. I’m not gifted like my character Mia or else I would have had an eyeful the moment I stepped onto the property.
How about you? What eerie or strange or not quite-natural experiences have you had?