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Hooker with a heart of gold
That's basically where I land. I used to love Unsolved Mysteries and affiliated books. Fire in the Sky terrified me as a 5th grader in that part of Arizona. We used to be playing late at night (yeah '90s kids!) and one of us would always yell out. Oh my God Fire in the Sky and pretend to be seized up by something tractoring us and everyone would scream. I don't believe in The X-Files or Betty and Barney Hill or nordics or lizards, but I do think the truth is out there. Universe is too big.
I was an ardent believer in Nessie as a kid to the point all the research categorically had to disprove it.
I've also had several experiences that might have been ghosts. Or they might have been early examples of my bipolar or sleep paralysis before I knew either of those was a problem. Really vivid and detailed, so still unnerving in the moment no matter what.
I now believe it is sleep paralysis but there was one time in my twenties when I was living with that abusive girl I've mentioned, we were in bed and I woke up in the middle of the night with an old woman at the foot of the bed. Just staring at me. I couldn't scream. My tongue was frozen. Couldn't move. The whole room was this vivid glowing dark blue. Felt like forever. My heart was racing.
I then had that occur again in another apartment, and it some graphic terrifying dream about a murder before I moved in. But probably sleep paralysis.
I've read enough about sleep paralysis that even UFO and folklore monsters who mount you and suck your breath out at night... It all makes sense.
But at the same time, somebody wants to hunt for Nessie or believe in the mothman, I don't care. As long as they're not doing any harm. We let people believe in Jesus and God (ohhh). And they do way more.
I don't know. Christmas is like this collective hallucination though. Everybody's buying in. Who cares if Santa is real or not if you're getting that Nintendo under the tree, or a few extra action figures in your stocking that Mom and Dad definitely would not have gotten you. That's fun. Why would you want to ruin that for people. Let people have their harmless fun and magic.
I was an ardent believer in Nessie as a kid to the point all the research categorically had to disprove it.
I've also had several experiences that might have been ghosts. Or they might have been early examples of my bipolar or sleep paralysis before I knew either of those was a problem. Really vivid and detailed, so still unnerving in the moment no matter what.
I now believe it is sleep paralysis but there was one time in my twenties when I was living with that abusive girl I've mentioned, we were in bed and I woke up in the middle of the night with an old woman at the foot of the bed. Just staring at me. I couldn't scream. My tongue was frozen. Couldn't move. The whole room was this vivid glowing dark blue. Felt like forever. My heart was racing.
I then had that occur again in another apartment, and it some graphic terrifying dream about a murder before I moved in. But probably sleep paralysis.
I've read enough about sleep paralysis that even UFO and folklore monsters who mount you and suck your breath out at night... It all makes sense.
But at the same time, somebody wants to hunt for Nessie or believe in the mothman, I don't care. As long as they're not doing any harm. We let people believe in Jesus and God (ohhh). And they do way more.
I don't know. Christmas is like this collective hallucination though. Everybody's buying in. Who cares if Santa is real or not if you're getting that Nintendo under the tree, or a few extra action figures in your stocking that Mom and Dad definitely would not have gotten you. That's fun. Why would you want to ruin that for people. Let people have their harmless fun and magic.