Spirit of the Season II



The Christmas season is quickly approaching, and with it our “Christmas-Spirit” seems to be awakening once again.

A week ago, a new unopened roll of Christmas wrapping paper made its way from the basement into the living room. Nothing too striking, but still it was without explanation. 

Now, only a couple days ago from this post date, a more profound occurrence took place. 

Our little one had enjoyed the first “snow-day” of the year, and knowing there was another to come the next day, she was allowed to stay up late. Around 10:30 pm her reserves were depleting quickly so she began trying to convince Mom to go to bed with her. When that didn’t happen quickly enough, she drifted off to sleep. After a while, I carried her to her room and tucked her in for the night. 

An hour or so later, we heard her coughing and Mom was asking if perhaps she should take her to the doctor as she had been having a few coughing bouts the last few days. We settled on not doing so since she hadn’t had a fever, and so Mom gets up to go look in on her as we both do from time to time. She came back to the living room, and a little later, I took my turn to look in on her. I got to her bedroom door and she was not in bed. 

She was in our bed, all tucked in and sleeping peacefully. The bedcovers were laid out very neatly except for the small area our daughter took up. This was in stark contrast to the way it had been left only a few hours before. We had all been laying around much of the day in the bedroom, watching TV and just enjoying our day off together, and so the state of the bed reflected this to say the least. 

When I returned back to the living room I asked Mom, did you put her in our bed and tuck her in? She said she hadn’t. I said, well I put her in her own bed and now she is in ours all tucked in and the bedclothes are all straightened out. She said, “maybe ‘J’ had done it” with a half-hearted chuckle. 

The next morning, I was up and out to an early appointment, when I returned, our daughter had gotten and was playing leaving her mom in bed. I walked into the bedroom while talking on the phone, and saw something in the bed next to Nat. It was a white pencil, and printed upon it was, “An Education Jubilation-Kentucky Department of Education”. When I asked my daughter about it, her response was, “it’s not mine daddy”, several re-questioning render the same results. 

Taken separately, these instances may not seem that dramatic, even though it’s difficult to believe a five-year-old not only slept walked to another room, that in itself being quite possible, but also made the bed and managed to tuck herself in with loving care, and almost as if to “put a point on it”, as it were, the pencil, with that specific writing on it, drove the point home. As previously stated in the post from last year, ‘J’ was a well known and much loved teacher.


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Having a lifelong interest in all things paranormal, especially in the beliefs and experiences of the Appalachian region, it is my desire to share my own and those related to me by friends and family over a lifetime. As well as collect and record those of others.