Locked by Time
Do You Believe in Spirits?
Before diving into my story, let me ask you: do you believe in spirits? Why do I bring this up? Today, I'm sharing a deeply unsettling experience that I've never even told my mom about.
When I was in sixth grade, my great-grandma passed away. I barely remember her, and I couldn't attend her funeral due to some uncertainties. However, I was present for the rituals held 40 days after her passing. These rituals took place in the evening, and everyone was busy with preparations. My entire family and relatives were caught up in the work, and as the ritual began, I wandered into her room.
Now, I'm someone who never sleeps in the evening. Yet, somehow, I fell into a deep sleep. My family searched for me because I was missing for hours. When the ritual ended around midnight, I woke up precisely at 12:00 and went to the dining room. My mom was shocked to see me and asked where I'd been. I told her I'd been in great-grandma's room. Her response sent chills down my spine: that room had been locked.
She started questioning me, filled with concern and confusion. I was paralyzed with fear and anxiety, trying to comprehend how I had entered a locked room. While I was piecing together this eerie puzzle, I found myself on the street with my cousins. They, too, were shocked, saying that someone had checked that very room, yet no one saw me.
To this day, I can't explain what happened. The incident left me with a phobia of that place. It haunts me, much like the surreal visions in Coleridge's "Kubla Khan," a poem born from the fragments of a dream.
Could this experience have been a vivid dream or something more? Have you ever had a moment where reality felt like a dream?
Share your thoughts, and let's explore the unexplainable together.
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