The other day I decided to light a candle. I do that when I'm feeling blue or am troubled about something. I like to meditate around the flame. Anyway, I left the candle on while I slept because I enjoy candle light. But a strange thing happened. I placed the candle in this corner armoire I have in my room. There's nothing in it because I am in the process of refurbishing it. Anyway, I put the candle on one of the selves and the flame started going crazy like there was a wind in the room. I thought nothing of it at first and since it was rather late at night I decided to get some shut eye.
Not more than five minutes of me laying in bed I saw the flame of the candle almost go out. I was taken back by the darkness. I sat up in bed and looked at the candle. The flame was still dancing around like it was fighting to stay lit in a hurricane. I looked up and the ceiling fan was not on. The vents were closed so there was no air current going in that direction. I was stunned. I laid back down and tried to get some sleep when I heard the faint sound of blowing. It freaked me out. You sit in a dark, silent room and gently blow. That's what I heard. At first I thought I was just hearing things. Maybe the sound came from the cat. Maybe I was breathing harder than I thought. It was none of these options. The cat was not in my room at the time and I held my breath to see if I could hear the sound again.
Seconds turned into minutes and I figured that what I heard was some random house noise. I turned my back to the candle and nestled deep into my soft pillow. I was not asleep but my eyes were closed when I heard the sound again. This time not only did I hear the blowing sound, I also heard the noise of the flame rebelling against it. I sat straight up in my bed and looked at the candle. It was out. I was in total darkness and the hairs on the back of my neck where standing up. I looked around the room trying to adjust my eyes and saw nothing. I strained to see if I could hear something but the house was all quiet. I tried to stay clam and be an adult. Of course what I really wanted to do was hang on to my husband like a five year old afraid of the monster under the bed.
I got up as bravely as I could (like someone was watching me) and re-lit the candle. It started right up. The flame steadied and seemed to be normal. I went back to bed and laid there still thinking I could hear something. I didn't. Eventually I got to sleep, until 1:15 this morning. I was in a deep sleep with an awesome dream where I got my books published by a big publishing house and became obscenely wealthy...but I digress. I was asleep and got woken up with the sound of blowing in my ear. I almost jumped out of my skin. I struggled to wake up enough to see if someone or something was in the room but there was no one. I looked over and my husband was fast asleep. I woke up to total darkness again.
The candle was out.
I was determined to have that candle going and was annoyed (not to mention scared half out of my mind) at this problem. I got up for a third time and lit the candle. As the room illuminated with the candle's flame I looked around. All was exactly where it should be and there was nothing creepy. Sad to say, I even checked under the bed. Like a ghost would be hiding there, right? Nothing, just one lonely sock. I went back to bed but it took some time to go back to sleep. Hesitantly I succumbed to sleep's embrace.
The alarm ripped me from my dreams and I woke to the light of the closet. My husband was already awake and getting dressed. I looked over and saw the candle was out. I told my husband about the incident. Being a reasonable man and one who does not believe in ghosts, hauntings or anything supernatural, he attempted to come up with an explanation. None of which were likely.
It's dark now and I have lit the candle again. I am hoping to not only get some much needed rest but to do it by candle light. We'll see. You never know.
Until next time...
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