Get a life
A few years ago I was going through a hellish breakup with my partner of 13 years and spending a lot of time away from home (just staying over at friends, anything to keep away from home and not have to confront what was happening).

After a few months to add to my difficult time, my friend and confident throughout this period died suddenly of a brain embolism at the age of 36 - I was pretty much devastated.

A couple of nights after her death I was at a mutual friend's house, drinking alcohol and trying to make sense of the world. It got late so he asked me if I wanted to stay rather than go home, so of course I agreed and kipped down on the living room floor. He retired to his bedroom with his girlfriend.

At about 3am I was woken by 2 sharp taps on my shoulder and I looked over expecting to see my mate, but there wasn't anyone there. I looked around a bit thinking he was playing a trick on me and hiding, but the room was empty. Figuring I had just dreamt it, I turned over to go back to sleep - and felt them again - 2 sharp taps on my right shoulder. This time I really started feeling scared and sat up, looking for anyone in the room. It remained empty though.

I turned over again onto my stomach and lay there, heart pounding, waiting to get to sleep. I got 3 sharp jabs between my shoulderblades.

I just lay there, eyes like dinnerplates not knowing what to do.

I softly said "stop it, I'm frightened". I lay there for a while and nothing else happened and I eventually fell asleep.

The next morning I spoke to my mate and girlfriend about it and they looked horrified.

I spent a while trying to make sense of it all and could only imagine if it *was* something "supernatural" then it was my dead friend, telling me (as she always did) to get up and go home and sort out my life.

Whether it was you or not Karen, I did do it and thank you for being there when I needed you most.
( Dixipoos Bye Bye Blackbird, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 20:59, Reply)