Perhaps it’s that I’m currently working on organising Ben’s account of his experiences that is causing increased strangeness but whatever it is, it’s certainly odd.
I had been asleep, a fairly rare occurrence I have to say, when a sudden noise woke me. It was most definitely the creak of a floorboard on the landing. Then it came again. I knew I was alone in the house (apart of course from a pile of sleeping, farting Labradors in the kitchen) and I knew it wasn’t the house cooling or warming. Then it came again. Human intruder didn’t cross my mind, we’re so remote here it’s doubtful anyone could find us anyway! Then I knew, with certainly, that if I opened my eyes what time would be showing on the bedside clock. So I lay there little longer, a little longer still. Finally, I had to open them. Sure enough, it was 1.23.
Having been reading the works of Whitley Strieber recently (for research purposes) I knew this was a common sign. 1.23, 2.34, 3.45. Very popular with the visitors apparently. Yes, I’m probably in a heightened state of suggestibility at the moment but I sure my bedroom door moved, I’m sure I had the vaguest view of a small scuttling figure, there but not there. Then it was morning. I was bathed in sweat and had (have) a violent headache. Life is getting very interesting.