***I have changed names of family members for privacy reasons... Names of deceased have been kept the same***
The paralysis problem (read last story) has kind of swept away and my life has been "back to normal". There still are moments when the room I'm in will get freezing cold yet the thermometer will indicate a very warm degree, and days where I will come back from work and everything in the kitchen would be on the floor yet nobody has been in the house all day. But it happens so often that I just seem to ignore it when it does happen.
So, as I've said everything has been "back to normal" but one thing has been catching my attention lately. When I come home my first words are usually "Sweetie! Are you home yet?" (to my husband) and he usually gives no answer (because he isn't usually home before me but I seem to ask anyway).
One day I come back home and ask my commonly used question "Sweetie! Are you home yet?" yet surprisingly I got an answer this time. It came from one of the rooms upstairs. He replied with a very apprehensive "yes!" which sounded drowsy and distorted. I made my way upstairs, trying to find my way to him (because everything looked so different). The house is vast which doesn't make anything easier. I reached the conclusion that looking for him was leading nowhere so I silently agreed with myself that I was to ask him which room he was in and as far as I can remember, I asked him something along the lines of "Which room are you in?!" which he then instantly replied with a "YES!" which sounded hurried and angry.
A few seconds later I could hear someone walking in the front door, which quickly came out to be Anton (my husband). I hurriedly ran downstairs, Anton was in the kitchen and I was extremely disorientated, standing in the hallway. I looked upstairs where I saw a translucent, shady, distorted figure, to which I then heard a heavy, full mouthed scream.
I then cannot remember anything until waking up in the hospital, with paramedics above me. I sat up in a panic, hoping that everything was okay. Anton calmed me down and told me that I had fainted and stopped breathing and probably hit my head on the side of the hallway.
I asked him many questions of which one was "Did you hear the scream?" He had no idea what I was talking about, same thing happened when I asked if he had seen the figure but I knew he was lying. I could see it in his eyes; he knows about something which he doesn't want to tell me about.
A few things had happened while I was staying at the hospital but that will be a story that I'll leave for later. I really do need help this time and can someone try to explain the reason why would my husband lied? The atmosphere between us has hugely changed and if I'm going to find out what really happened to me that evening then that atmosphere is going to have to change.