31 October 2018
My Spooky Moment
Happy Halloween! May you be visited by enough costumed children to entertain you and not so many that they get all the good candy and leave you with the healthy stuff.
I have been pondering what to write about today and decided to tell about my one-and-only brush with the supernatural.
Now, I need to explain that I am not a fan of such stuff. I have no belief in ghosts, an afterlife, or monsters. Things that go bump in the night are, in my experience, usually restless cats.
But there was this one time...
It happened in late August, about twenty years ago. I was bicycling home from work, my usual form of commute, and I was thinking about a couple of songs I had been invited to perform at a friend's birthday party that night. I turned the corner onto one of the busiest streets on my city and--
As I found out later, I had fallen off my bicycle and sustained a concussion.
The next thing I remember I was in a long black tunnel. There was a bright but fuzzy light at the end of it and I sensed that I was being drawn farther away from that light. I heard someone call my name.
And indeed, if I had blacked out at that moment I imagine my philosophy might be quite different than it is now.
But I didn't lose consciousness again. And I slowly realized that the dark tunnel was actually the inside of an ambulance. The light at the end of the tunnel was the sunny afternoon outside. It was fuzzy because my glasses were broken. The sensation of being drawn away from the light was caused by my being strapped onto a gurney which was being pushed deeper into the ambulance. And the voice calling my name? A paramedic calling the hospital to tell them who was coming.
So, on the whole, not as spooky a story as you might have hoped for. But there are pleasures to be found in the real world too. Snag yourself a candy bar before the goblins grab 'em all.
Oh, and one last trick or treat. What do these two book covers have to do with Halloween? Answer will be in the comments.