Bane and Queenie have been posting ghost stories of late.
But, I'll tell you up front, I don't have anything as hair raising as those two, but I had a very eerie and supernatural experience once.
Lest you think this is a memory of a young boy and therefore suspect in its veracity, I must assure you that I was in my twenties when this occured.
I awoke in the middle of the night and had a strange sensation that I wasn't alone. In pitch black darkness I lay as still as possible listening.
Not hearing a noise, I started to turn and sit up. It was then that I felt it.
There was a ghastly, horrible hand on the pillow next to my head!
My fingers traced along its fingers, and I tentatively squeezed a couple of the fingertips, but with no reaction. For all practical purposes the hand was dead. And, for all I knew, detached from its original owner.
My heart was racing and my temples throbbing as I tried desperately to decide a course of action. At this point I was wide awake and holding the strange hand in mine.
In my terror I decided to fling the hand across the room and with a great heave I threw myself out of bed and sprawling onto the floor. It was at this point that I realized that I was holding my own hand, numb up to the shoulder from laying above my head on the pillow.
I guess I had fallen asleep that way.