Paranormal Activity

No, not the film.

Last night, I had a great trouble sleeping. I had that creeping feeling on the back of my neck and I was positive there was another person in the room. I'm not particularly a great believer of ghosts and the like, but it's not the first time I've felt some sort of "presence" in my room. The previous time was a week after my grandpa past away, and I woke in the night, knowing he was there. At the time I was crippled with fear and absolutely petrified, but afterwards I felt okay about it. I'm sure he was just checking up on me and saying goodbye.

This time was different as I didn't recognise the person (?) at all. I was equally terrified though, and couldn't find away to rationalise the situation.

There are probably many contributing factors causing my burst of insanity. Firstly, my imagination's been taking a life of its own this month due to the 50,000 word novel I've been writing (I'm about 10,300 words in so far after four days of writing, so I'm definitely feeling dedicated).

Secondly, I'm on some tablets which have in the past given me both hallucinations and nightmares. I had thought I was through with these side effects, but apparently not.

Thirdly, the said tablets (which I really ought to get sorted, but the nurse refuses to return my call - what did I do to her??) have been giving me asthma. Last night I couldn't move without a great pressure hitting my chest, momentarily suffocating me. This would have most likely sent my fragile mind into a panic.

Fourthly, I'd been on a forum for nanowrimo, and came across a person discussing strange happenings in her house. A pair of scissors managed to migrate to the freezer, and a cupcake got taken away and was replaced with a dollar note and a plate of sweet and sour sauce. It was the thought of the scissors that shook me.

Last night, whilst I was failing to sleep, I finally started to drift off at about half four in the morning. I woke up with a start when I felt a person next to me breathing. Just before panic truly gripped me, I suddenly felt a chill run through my bones. It was very surreal and almost like an out-of-body experience. I say almost, because it wasn't as though my mind floated away, it felt more like my body had drifted off. After that I didn't feel scared at all, though it took me another two hours to get to sleep.

During this time I heard movement on the landing outside my room. I am going pretend I know for definite that it was one of my parents. I'm pretty sure it was. There's no point fretting.

After my hour of sleep, I dragged myself from my bed, and proceeded to get ready for college. I felt a little paranoid but tried to shake the bizarre night from my head. It was then that I saw the orange plastic cup.

This was a cup that had been in my room for a couple of weeks. Every morning it moved a little on my desk, but I always put it down to me knocking it in the night. Every morning, I'd push it back on the table, telling myself I really ought to take it downstairs to the kitchen some time: It's not like I was using it.

This morning the cup was on the floor, a foot or so from it's place on the desk. It was the right way up. How could it have fallen in this way?!?! I am going to ignore the cup and hope that it doesn't try to kill me in the night.

Later, the last of the strange occured. Tears welled up in my eyes for no reason and I felt inexplicably sad. I got over it.

I do have one more theory before I go: This could all be a delayed reaction to Paranormal Activity 2 (which I watched about two weeks ago). I laughed all through the movie and found the people that were scared hilarious. How ironic.

This isn't really something to do with my blog, but as I've been cutting out the internet, I've not really had a lot to post. Also, writing it down makes this seem more like fiction. It's writing practise. Or something.