Seeing an Apparition

I've always wanted to see an apparition. For me, it would be proof of an afterlife.

Although I've always had psychic ability, my logical side wars with the other, so that my mind, first and foremost, tries to find rational explanations for out-of-the-ordinary events as they occur.

So often, I receive a psychic nudging and dismiss it as something else; then down the road, I find that that small voice was right all along.

Anyway, back to the reason for this post. As I said, I've always wanted to see an apparition but my abilities hadn't developed to that point.

Seeing an Apparition
That has all changed. It started with seeing dark orb-shaped objects that moved slowly, seemingly floating about. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that there wasn't something in them, as sometimes a floater will move up and down with your own eye movements. I tried looking towards the ceiling and then the floor. The objects kept increasing and decreasing in size, moving independently from my eyes.

Interestingly enough, I had felt a sense of intrusion. By this I mean that I'd felt that I was being observed. this happened in the days preceeding seeing the orbs.

One evening, I was stretched out, facing the bedroom wall. I got that sense of being observed again and turned over and in the same area where I had seen the dark orbs, saw another that increased in size and shape until it was as large as a human and took on somewhat of that appearance. Again, I made sure that I wasn't dreaming or in that half-waking state where your mind plays tricks on you.

I watched the shape. It stayed where it was, seemingly just watching me. It kept changing shape slightly and I believe this was because it was trying to manifest.

I have to admit that I didn't care for the dark color. I guess I've seen too many movies where dark-shaped apparitions signal the forces of darkness.

My bed is low to the ground so I rolled out of it and crawled across the floor and approached the dark shape. I wanted to make sure that I wasn't imagining things, seeking to verify that something was there.

I could still see it as I approached and I reached out my hand. As soon as my hand came in close proximity to it, it just as suddenly disappeared.

In hindsight, I should have stayed in bed and attempted to communicate with it, either mentally or verbally. I approached it head-on because of the sense of being observed. Strangely enough, I resented that feeling, as if my privacy had been invaded, and took a defensive approach.

I guess I will have to wait to see another apparition.

If humans could get past their fear, I wonder what would transpire?