It was early on Monday morning. I did not want to get out of bed let alone get dressed and actually be a productive member of society. I woke Synthia up, picked out her clothes, and essentially threw myself back into bed, still reluctant to actually be awake. She went into the bathroom and was amusing herself while brushing her teeth and I lied there, face into the pillow. Suddenly the bed moved. It was very subtle so I figured maybe it was just me twitching as I was falling asleep. I was quite awake after that though, curious as to whether it was my imagination or not. Then the bed moved again. It was almost as if someone was standing at the edge of the bed and bumping against it. I lied there, still and holding my breath, trying to feel each time it shook. It went on for a few minutes until Synthia yelled “Mommy!” from the bathroom, forcing me to get out of bed. It has not happened since. Perhaps it was a spirit saying “Get the hell out of bed!” At least it’s helpful!
I remember this happened in my old apartment in Glenham as well at the apartment in Beacon. It has only happened a handful of times but I find it strange that it still occurs no matter where I am. I haven’t felt that same presence since I’ve moved, but perhaps it’s just that which is presenting as the shadows in the apartment. Only time will tell.
