Today is October 17, 2007. This morning we all slept in. It was weird because my alarm was set but neither my husband or I heard it go off and it wasn't going off when we woke up. That might not be so odd, I guess it happens.
The weird thing was since we were all up at the same time, we all had to use the bathroom at the same time. Since my husband gives my oldest son a ride to high school and he's supposed to start earlier than my youngest (being in grade school), I really had to let them use the bathroom first so they could get going. Well, I couldn't wait so I ran to the upstairs bathroom. Everybody hates it because it's always cold in there, but this morning I could not wait, I had to go up.
I was up there doing my business on this cloudy October morning when I looked down and saw this little white light moving around by my foot. I thought to myself, just sort of casually, "that was strange..." When I looked at it again I saw the same light, like a little spot-light, moving around by my foot in a sort of figure 8 pattern, it was like someone with a shaky hand was moving the light.
This time it caught my attention much more. I watched it for a little bit and wondered where it was coming from. I looked up at the window but it is covered with a heavy drape, no sunlight could get through it at all. Then when I looked at the window, I realized there was no sunshine at all. It was a cloudy, overcast morning.
When I looked back, the light was gone. I couldn't find any type of explanation for it. I have told a lot of different experiences in my 'Uncle Rocky' stories, some are like this. This was the same type of weird, out of the blue stuff that I have attributed to him. At this point, I have begun to wonder if it has all been him. This is right up his alley though - fooling with the clock (remember neither my husband nor I heard the alarm go off and it seems he's fooled with the clock before).
This was just one of those things that I just can't explain. Thanks for taking the time to read my story, I hope you enjoyed it.
I wonder, too, if this is Uncle Rocky. My morning sabbatical is usually performed in a kind of sleep fog and I do not seem to be alert enough to let my body parts talk to my brain. Of course, that is something completely different. I just may have flipped out instead of calmly sitting there checking out the light. Morning visits are not good for me. 😆
Thank you for sharing this.