The author went on to say that when a person feels themselves slipping into this state (and I always know when it is going to happen, but fight it, so therefore do not stay there for very long..minutes, I believe) they are to relax and give in to it. By doing so they can then experience an 'out of body' adventure. Apparently the soul is able to leave the body and 'travel'. Hmmm.

The author describes an experience he, himself, had one night after conciously deciding to give in to the strange sensations. His soul rose up from his body..his soul could feel, see, and think. Hovering above his sleeping physical body, his soul could gaze down upon his body. He noticed that his soul was attached to his physical body by way of what appeared to be a cord, a transparent cord, which led from the soul's forehead to the physical body's heart. The cord was extensible, allowing the soul to travel great distances. The soul was able to pass through solid objects and was even able to 'fly'. The passing of time appeared to be non-existent. The author's soul would visit various cities and houses and see various people unknown to him. Upon awaking, he would remember all that took place the night before. He was able to verify that these out of body experiences actually took place by visiting the sights he had seen..places he had never been before, but knew so well..

Now I, being somewhat of a chicken (for lack of a better word), have never had the nerve to allow this to happen to me. I have given it much thought and felt that perhaps I could do it, but invariably, when the sensation occurs during the night, I lose all courage and fight it with all my might.

I find this to be a very interesting subject, and so far only know of one other person who experiences night paralysis. That other person is my father.

In February of 1986, my husband, daughter Lauren, who was 9 at the time, and I, lived in a two bedroom apartment. Except for the locker space in the basement we had not much room to store any of our belongings (read 'junk'). And so it was that at the end of February we still had boxes in our master bedroom containing Christmas decorations.

One night after just having gone to bed, my husband and I heard footsteps coming up the hallway toward our bedroom. We both thought that Lauren had gotten up from a bad dream. The footsteps neared our doorway and I called out Lauren's name. There was no answer. The footsteps continued on toward our room...slow, quiet footsteps. They stopped at the entrance to the bedroom, but to our surprise there was no one there. My heart pounding now, I stared at the empty doorway as the footsteps entered the room, heading toward a desk at the foot of our bed. With genuine fear in my voice I asked my husband if he was hearing this...he was. The footsteps stopped at the desk and we both watched in horror as a bag, which contained some craft material and had been sitting on the desk for a few weeks, raised about 10 inches up off of the desk, hovered there for a moment, and suddenly dropped onto the desk again. My entire body shook with fear. And although my husband witnessed this strange occurance as I had, he, being the world's greatest skeptic, proclaimed that there had to be a perfectly logical explanation for what we had just seen and heard. I agreed...of course there had to be a perfectly logical explanation for it...a damn ghost was just in here!!

�� The next night, just after having gone to bed, I lay in bed in fear, unable to rid my mind of the frightening incident from the previous night. I closed my eyes, conciously breathing deeply to try and calm myself, when suddenly I felt as though someone was looking at me. You must know the feeling...when you are aware that a pair of eyes are upon you, and you look, and someone really is looking at you. But generally, that someone is another warm-blooded human being... I opened my eyes and raw fear spread throughout my entire body. There, right next to my bed, looking down upon me, was a little girl. Though my eyes took in this little apparition for but a few seconds, I was able to notice that she was just a wee girl, not more than two, and she hovered just above the ground, high enough to look down on me as I lay there. She looked frightened..anxious. Her shoulders were drawn up toward her head, her little hands in front of her, fidgeting with her fingers. Her eyes were very large and dark and her expression was one of sorrow and worry. Though I did not notice what kind of clothing she wore, I did notice she had no hair.



�� No thought was given to my reaction ..it was immediate...a piercing, primordial scream erupted from deep within my throat. The little girl disappeared immediately. Startled by my screams, my husband bolted upright, pulling me toward him. Several minutes had passed before I could tell him why I had screamed. He had seen nothing~~and was convinced that I had had a nightmare. I slept fitfully for the balance of the night...



�� Many unusual things happened in our small apartment over the course of the next couple of years. And only in our bedroom..and only to me. Well, I shall retract that statement...our cat, Scooter, was aware of the paranormal activity as well. On several occasions when my body would suddenly feel extremely cold and anxious, Scooter would jump up out of a sound sleep, his hair on end, and dart under the nearest piece of furniture for refuge. Always, this would frighten the life out of me, and I would stand up and look cautiously around the room, wondering who or what could be present and what on earth they could want with me.



I had purchased a pair of lovely silver drop earrings a few weeks after having seen the little girl in my room. The earrings had not the normal post and butterfly attachment at the back, but rather an 'S' wire which slipped through the ear lobe...(for lack of a better way to describe it!) I did not wear the earrings right away, but placed them in my jewelry box where they sat for the next couple months.

When I finally decided to wear the earrings, I was quite annoyed to find that the 'S' wire was missing from one of them. The little wire was nowhere in the jewelry box, and neither Rod nor Lauren knew of its whereabouts. Frustrated, I put the earrings into a little cardboard jewel box, inbetween layers of cotton and headed for the jewelry store to purchase a new wire. At the store, I opened the box to show the clerk what I required. When I lifted the cotton to reveal the earrings, the earrings lay there in a little heap, tangled beyond description. I could not understand how that could happen, the trip to the jewelry store being less than five minutes. Try as we did, neither the clerk nor I could untangle them. I merely sighed and pointed out to him the wire that I needed. I purchased it and returned home, upset and frustrated about the little mass of silver in my purse.

�� Upon returning home, I explained my new dilemma to Rod who was certain that the earrings could not have become tangled to the degree I had described to him. I dug out the little box from my purse to prove it to him. Imagine my surprise and utter disbelief when I opened the lid and removed the layer of cotton, only to find the earrings laying in the box, completely separate from one another! The look Rod gave me at that moment was one I came to know very well over the next several years..a look which said "you really need a rest, Karen..go lay down." Gosh...



�� Rod was kind enough to place the new wire on my earring for me..that was the least he could do for his poor, weary, demented wife, right? And I was finally able to wear those lovely earrings from time to time. And the mystery surrounding those earrings was put to bed...until....



Several months after the incident involving the earrings, I was standing in front of a mirror in my bedroom, brushing my hair. I heard a faint 'ping', like the sound of a pin dropping. Hmmm...what could that have been? What on earth makes a 'ping' sound, but a pin or something of that nature. And how could I possibly hear something so small drop? And what the heck was it, anyway? We lived next to a very busy street, always filled with traffic, so I daresay, hearing a pin drop would be quite notable. I glanced down just then. The sun coming through the bedroom window painted a brilliant path of yellow which bathed my body. As I glanced down, my eyes fell directly upon a tiny, gleaming object next to my feet. I bent down to have a closer look, and immediately screamed out Rod's name. He came running, frightened that something was wrong with me. I knelt over the little object, unable to speak, just simply able to point at it, for him to see. He gave me that look again, convinced that something was wrong with me, convinced as well that the little wire laying on the ground was the replacement I had purchased months prior. Rod reached for my jewelry box on my dresser and opened it up, to prove it to me. He need not have done that, for I already knew what would be in there...



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