I consider myself a cynic in relation to the Afterlife.
I believe magic is seeing the world through the eyes of my children.
As much as I crave to believe in the Afterlife, because death frightens me, rationality tells me when we die,
Our thoughts, feelings, everything ceases.
Hoping for anything more, will lead me to disappointment.
But what happens when you are not sure anymore?
I watched a scary movie last night.
Axes, Blood & general hacking of people in films does not phase me.
It's all acting.
It's all pretend.
I am often found screeching at the television "You stupid idiot, listen to the music, it means he's BEHIND YOU!" , "Oh my God, ditch the heels and run!!!" and "Ohhhh, you are so annoying, kill her now, pleeeeease!?"
The movie we watched was just down right creepy.
It had me jumping at every noise afterwards, and in the middle of the night when I was busting for a pee, and my whole house slept, every noise was magnified.
I could hear flies landing, that's how magnified everything was.
After an extremely restless night, the approach of morning meant we had shopping to do,
bills to pay.
Mr. M made jokes about the movie, and tried scaring me where possible,
but it was a new day & I had "Mum" shit to do with no time to be scared,
Kids to feed,
Pin down & dress.
I was on an adventure with Master S before we went out.
We ended up in my room calling for his shoes.
[Yes, when his shoes go missing Master S thinks calling out "shoooooooooooooooes, where are you!?" works. No wonder they didn't answer, they were in the car!]
I was searching under the bed when I heard Master S say "Hi BubBub".
Still searching, I figured he was talking to his sister.
I looked down the hallway expecting Miss E to be crawling to find us.
No, Miss E.
Ha, I thought, he's spotted himself in our mirror.
Only, when I walked over to him,
I realised he was not looking towards the mirror on our wardrobe,
and even if he was, he wouldn't have seen his reflection because the door was open and you couldn't see it from the doorway.
A chill ran down my spine.
My heart beat faster and the sounds of Mr. M playing with Miss E sounded like they weren't even inside the house.
I approached Master S who was smiling, laughing & pulling funny faces that he pulls at his sister [or any baby in general].
I put my hand on his shoulder and said, as cheerfully as I could muster,
"Master S, BubBub is in the loungeroom with Daddy. No one is there, silly!"
He pointed at nothing.
He smiled and said "BubBub".
I felt cold and told him again nothing was there.
He ran over to the spot,
Leaned down and rubbed the air, the way he'd pat Miss E's head if she were sitting there.
He then waved & said "Bye BubBub".
I didn't want to move, but when he ran through the hallway to our loungeroom,
I followed and told Mr. M what had happened.
[He believes in ghosts, so what I said intrigued him].
He asked Master S where the BubBub was, and Master S didn't even look at his sister who was in the lounge, he ran up the hallway, again, stood looking at nothing, shrugged his shoulders, waved and said "Bye BubBub".
There was nothing there.
No dolls that he would think were a BubBub.
The hallway was empty but for him & I.
I saw it with my own eyes.
And it got me wondering, was I the crazy one because I saw nothing?
Have you ever had an encounter that's scared the bajeebuz out of you?