(Originally posted, in the old blog, on 3/29/2009)
My very first paranormal experience happened when I was about eleven years old. I had just finally gotten my own bedroom about a month or so before. It was around midnight, and I was having trouble sleeping, which at the time was not normal for me. I happened to look over at my dresser and there above the top drawer, which was open, floated a solid ball of bright white light, which was ringed with a pale blue glow. It was approximately the size of a soccer ball. I was very frightened; I had never seen anything like it and had no idea what it could possibly be. I hunddled under the covers and then heard my name called twice in a long, drawn-out whisper, “Samanthaaaa…Samanthaaa.” I bolted from my room and went down the hallway, trying to find someone awake who could tell me what was going on. Everyone was asleep. I stayed in the living room for a couple of hours and finally went back to bed, and eventually to sleep. The next morning, I asked my family if anyone had called my name the night before, and everyone said no, giving me strange looks. I wouldn’t have another paranormal experience until almost seven years later.
I still have no real explanation for what happened that night. Over the last seven years, I nearly convinced myself that it was just a dream, although in the back of my mind I always knew that it had been real. It didn’t occur to me that this was paranormal (a word I didn’t even know back then) or possibly a ‘ghost’. It was only when my current haunting started that I recognized it as such.
More of my story later.
Sam