My sister has passed away – I’ve said my “goodbye.” One day, I’m sure I’ll have more to say about it, but I understand and accept her passing. I may not like it much, but life puts us through such ordeals, and like it or not, we must endure with the hope of somehow becoming better people.
I consider myself to be observant, which is a definite plus when you investigate the paranormal. Of course, I don’t catch everything (does anyone?), but I do pay attention, and I give 100% to the task at hand. In everyday life, I find myself fixating on whatever I can’t readily explain. I seek origin, pattern, frequency, and consistency. I think it’s fair to say I’m “always on,” if you will. Or possibly, I’m nuts.
But nuts or not, ever since my sister’s early demise, the folks in my house have been getting touched – frequently! No one actually says it out loud, but I’ve seen the signs. That certain grab of the arm initiating a scan of the room… It’s as unmistakable as the old tapping on the shoulder when no one is there routine. You know what I mean. You’ve seen it before. “A bug or something must have landed on the back of my neck,” someone says – in December. Repeatedly. “Hey, Ran. did you just touch my leg?”
I didn’t, but I made note of eleven separate events, and I began to wonder whether my sister was behind these sudden, gentle assaults. Never before did this kind of thing happen so often. I found myself chuckling at the absurdity of it all – truly I must have “observed” myself head first off the starboard bow. How silly of me. That is, until I was touched as well. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I felt the unmistakable pressure applied, and a few seconds later, I felt it leave. I was alone in the room, and less than a minute later, I was poked in the side. I swear it was not my imagination, nor the result of a strong, subconscious need to retain contact with my deceased sibling.
I tried to record for EVP but there were no definitive results. There were some strange sounds that seemed to emulate speech; a few odd partial syllables, but nothing I could pinpoint as an actual voice. It was as though someone might be trying to speak, but was unable. Well, I expected there might be some audio appearance by her spirit, but I never once considered she would be poking.
Something definitely touched me, and I firmly believe others with similar claims. Of course, this doesn’t prove a thing, and there’s no way to responsibly make any claims, but I continue to wonder. What could suddenly be causing these frequent occurrences? No, it’s not just normal life misinterpreted. No, the house is not infested with shoulder tapping insects. It is not realistic to think that everyone in my house suffers from the same hyper-sensitive skin, or a similar psychosis.
I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I’m not going to be the one who labels any of this as paranormal. I suppose, it just is what it is. I guess, I have no choice but to laugh it off and marvel at the effectiveness and power of coincidence, but I’m not liking it.
This is one of those stories you tell people right before they make some excuse to leave the room; it’s something one considers not mentioning. But just between us, since it’s happening a lot and just to be safe, I’m going to start saying “hello.”