During the four years I lived in the parsonage next to the church (see other story posted: The Last Time for further details) I encountered many strange things, the tale below is more an overview, as I saw this many times...
The house was a split level, downstairs was the master bedroom, a bathroom, an office, a family room and a laundry room. Upstairs was the living room, dinning room and kitchen. The three bedrooms that my two older sisters and me occupied and two bathrooms (one off of my oldest sisters room). These were down a hallway off of the living room, it was down this hallway that this tale takes place.
The hallway leading to the bedrooms was long and kind of narrow, the walls were white, so any little bit of light shone off of them. I state this to say that what I saw was not reflections of light: It was the shadows on the wall, but you see, they moved of their own accord.
At first all I saw was shadowy mists, but after a year of living there, a scene emerged. The scene was one of a grand ballroom, the dancers twirled and whirled, in all of their finery. It was the same scene, just over time I saw it in more detail. And I'm not the only one to see it, my oldest sister did too, just not in the same way. It's what I saw that she didn't that has stuck with me all these years: The faces of the people.
It was after we had been living there for two years that I saw the faces for the first time. But before I get too far ahead: when it first appeared, there would be a couple that would almost walk right at me, dancing, they would almost bow to me. Looking past them, towards the living room, I could see a table, laid out with a feast. There were people milling about, there was one guy standing by the table, who often did something to let me know he saw me.
But back to the faces, they were all wearing masks, but occasionally, they would remove the masks and when they did they didn't have normal faces. They were grotesquely disfigured, and monstrous. The guy by the table would turn and look right at me, most times he would wink, others he would raise a glass up to me, look me in the eyes and lift it as if in salute... It scared me, to no end.
The oddest part is, the scene was (for lack of better wording) interposed over the actual walls of my house. I could see what appeared to be castle walls, a very big castle, that stretched beyond the actual house. It was very unbalancing to see, because I could see the ballroom, but I could also see the house walls.
Needless to say: I hated that hallway.
But the shadows weren't just in the hall, but that's a story for my next post...