posted on Jul, 26 2015 @ 08:09 AM
Since about the mid 1970's I've been a big reader. As a child, whether I was inside, outside, or in the back of a moving car, I was reading a book.
I don't recommend reading a book in the back of a moving car, by the way. Every so often, when things are quiet and I'm alone and reading, I'll see
something moving out of the corner of my eye. It's small, about the size of a big bug or small mouse, dark grey to black in color. I can't describe
the shape because I more just sense the movement than actually see anything. Naturally, it's not there when I turn my head to look at it directly. A
time or two, I've tried to just ignore it. In those cases, the movement will continue until I give in and turn my head. I've written it off as
flickering light from the television, flickering light from a bad lamp (old house with old wiring), fluttering curtain or piece of paper, floaters,
etc. It doesn't look like any of those, mind you, but those are the answers my rational mind comes up with.
Even more rarely, when I first wake up, I see a big (large end of normal) black spider crawling along a random wall or ceiling. They only appear for
a few seconds, then crawl into a hole and disappear. After I get out of bed and turn on the lights, most of the time I can't find any holes where I
saw them disappear. I live in a partially finished basement. There are enough real spiders and insects that I can see when I'm awake. I don't need
to see them when I'm half asleep.
Back in 2014, I awoke and saw a huge spider hanging above my head. It was the size of a basketball, a very dark color but not grey or black. Have
you seen any really bad science fiction/horror movies featuring computer-animated spiders? That's what it looked like. A color that doesn't seem
natural, movements that don't seem natural, and kind of blurry around the edges like it's badly superimposed over the background. I'd describe it in
more detail, but a tenth of a second later I was squirming out from under it and diving out of bed. I picked up a piece of PVC pipe I keep near the
bed to tap on the ceiling to let my family know I need help (I'm in poor health). I wasn't planning on tapping for help. I scanned the area looking
for the spider, intending to beat it to death. It was naturally nowhere to be found. I tapped on the ceiling until my brother came down, and we
moved the bed, checked under the chairs, and looked anywhere else a large (I didn't tell him just how big it was) spider could have been hiding. It
was nowhere to be found.
For the record, I like spiders. I don't mind them in my living space. I don't usually kill them on sight. But once something crawls into bed with
me, all bets are off.
The next few times I woke up, my brain entered some kind of tactical mode. I slowly opened my eyes and scanned the area before I moved. No spider.
After a day or so of this (I was sleeping irregularly, waking every few hours), my brain left tactical mode and I woke up normally. Spider. I again
dove out of the way, found a weapon, and went looking for it. I repeated this every few days for the next two weeks. The spiders were of different
sizes (all big) and colors (all dark), but all shared that unreal, computer-generated quality. I swore off the Syfy Channel. I also promised myself
I would not dive out of the way the next time, but instead stare the spider in the face until it moved or disappeared or hid or something, just so I'd
know where it was going. That never worked. I always panicked and lost sight of it.
After two weeks or so, I woke up and looked up. No spider. Hurray! Then I glanced down at the foot of my bed. Standing at the foot of the bed kind
of leaning over to look down at me was the dark outline of a woman, maybe 5 feet tall. I couldn't make out any details as she was backlit by the
computer monitor. For some reason, I thought it was a cousin who had visited a few weeks before. I closed my eyes for a long second to clear my
vision. When I opened them, the outline was gone. As for the monitor, it's set to turn off after a half hour. As I'd been asleep for at least a few
hours, that means that someone or something had pressed a button or moved the mouse within the last half hour.
As luck would have it, I had a doctor's appointment the next day. I let him check me out, he said I was in good shape considering, and said we could
resume chemo the next day, unless I had any symptoms he needed to know about. He's a friendly sort of guy who always has a smile on his face, but
when I got to the part about the huge spiders, his face clouded up. I could tell he was thinking "the cancer has spread to his brain." He then
started smiling again, told me there was nothing to worry about, but just because I hadn't had one in a while, he was sending me to the hospital for
head MRI. The next day, I was at the hospital. If you haven't had a head MRI, it's exactly like sticking your head inside a jackhammer.
The head scan came back clear. My brain is normal. The doctor asked about the spiders, and I truthfully told him I hadn't seen one (large or small)
since I'd reported it to him. I hadn't told him about the woman's outline. He said it was probably just one of those things, and that considering
the chemicals and drugs I was routinely given, it would be surprising if I didn't see things from time to time.
I still see the black bugs or mice or whatever they are out of the corner of my eye, but very rarely. The last time was a few nights ago while I was
up late reading ATS forums. Go figure.