Who Pushed Me?
Who was it?
Following on from the popular article I wrote a few days ago, there appears to be an appetite for reading more about my recent encounters with the unnatural world.
This is a short story, but also one of a difference that I thought my followers might like to know about; even writing this now at 00:07, I have looked over my shoulder twice, feeling a presence watching me from behind my left shoulder.
It was a quiet night back in December 2021; my wife and the kids were in bed; I was alone, downstairs writing an article for the publication, "What is love to you" I needed to use the little boy's room.
Standing up, I felt a bit uneasy; I thought I saw a black "dash" behind me; it was late, the heating was off, and I was tired.
I tended not to use many lights and walked into the cold dark passage; I hoped the bathroom door downstairs, then paused; did I hear a voice? Was it the baby crying?
I went to the bottom of the stairs and looked up, but no one was there, I listened, but there was no crying, going upstairs I checked all the rooms, everyone was asleep.
I walked back downstairs and into the now cold dark passage, opened the bathroom door and stopped; I felt a hand on my right shoulder and physically pushed into the bathroom.
Now for those who don't know me, I can assure you I am not a man to be pushed around but was shocked because I was alone, looking around, and if I am honest, turning the light on, I could see no one was there.
Completing my business, I walked around the whole house to find nothing; I decided it was time for bed; it took me over a week to confide in my wife; she was scared, I put it down to being tired.
That is what I had to tell her, but in reality, I knew it was unnatural, I knew what I felt, I had hoped it was the last time it was going to happen……
I will bring you more in my future articles.
Sleep well, and tuck your toes in tonight!
Written by Robert Ralph
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