This incident occurred a long time ago, and before I made the long journey back to the fold of Our Lord’s flock. Had this happen much later, a more spiritual me might have handled the situation quite differently. Anyway read on.
The year was 1978, soon after I had returned from England after having spent many years there. I was sharing a room at my parents house with my elder brother himself having just returned after more than 12 years in Australia.
On this night my brother had gone for a dinner night out with his future wife while I had been playing a rigorous game of badminton at a nearby sports centre. I returned home dog tired so decided to hit the sack early.
The bedroom was a decently sized 20 feet by 20 feet and our two beds were mirrored against each other on opposite walls. A little black wooden table was between our beds, below a window which overlooked the football field outside. Except for an old spring loaded alarm clock, this table would normally be empty, but this time a hardcover book was casually placed on the side closest to my bed.
I did not know what time my brother returned from his date, but when I woke up at around 3.00 am, I was on my side facing his bed and from the light of the moon shining through the window I could clearly see the outline of his sleeping body on the other bed.
The moon was fairly bright that night and the black table was completely basked in its pale light. The face of the clock was easily readable and I could also clearly make out the title of the lone book placed quite close to my head. It read “Guinness Book of Records 1977”.
Then I noticed something which was not normally there. It was a bouquet of purple, blue and white flowers. I have never been very good with flowers so I could not tell what species the flowers were, but they did look fresh and appeared very vibrant and alive, not something which had been plucked days earlier. These looked liked they were fresh off the garden.
It had to be my brother, I thought. His fiancée’s house had a beautiful garden, so it had to have been from her then.
As I continued to curiously study the flowers under the twilight of the moon, I suddenly noticed that the bouquet was not even resting on the table but was in fact about six inches above it, for I could clearly see the space between it and the table. And, as if that was not startling enough, holding the beautiful arrangement of purple, white and blue were a ghostly pair of disembodied hands. The hands were well formed with long slender fingers and perfectly manicured nails, very much like what a woman’s hands would be.
I stared in disbelief and my heart threatened to jump out of my chest as I laid frozen completely at a lost on how to react, but I felt blood leaving my face and my whole body began to break into sweat. Then the hands moved to slowly bring the flowers closer to my face until they were about only three inches away from my nose. Wide eyed and in near panic, I tried to scream but no words would come out. I tried to move myself away from the unearthly bunch and the articulating fingers of the ghostly hands, but my muscles refused to obey me.
Then with one Herculean effort, I managed to open my mouth and uttered a cry from within my parched throat. I called out my brother’s name. Finally after the third feeble call, my brother responded with a sigh and he turned his body to face me. He was still asleep though, but the sound he made seemed to cause the advancing figure to stop. Then in an instant, the unholy apparition disappeared in a manner quite unlike anything I have ever seen before or since.
Picture a water color painting on glass. Then picture spraying that painting with a strong blast of water. In an instant everything disappeared, literally dissolving into nothingness right before my very eyes. I recovered from my paralysis at almost the very same instant, but suffice it to say that I found returning back to sleep that fateful night nigh impossible.
Sweet dreams all.
GM



