My name is Rick, and I'm almost 40 years old now. When I was about 18 or 19 I played guitar in a couple of different southern gospel groups. No big name groups, just friends and family mostly. One particular group I was in at the time had an invitation to sing at a church in Nashville, maybe 800 miles from where we all lived. I was excited to go, because I had never traveled that far to sing before and didn't know what to expect.
When we arrived we were greeted with kindness, and were informed the church would be observing homecoming celebrations. There would be five groups in total scheduled to sing. The time of year was in mid July, unbelievably hot. The church building was an older house that had been converted into a church, I had seen this done at a few other places that I had been before. The church had been nicely furnished and decorated, and I was just looking around to get acquainted with these new surroundings. I noticed that all the windows had been nailed shut. There was no cooling unit, not even a ceiling fan, only the front entrance door was left open, but it was no help.
As the first group was singing, I noticed frigid air stirring around my ankles. I didn't think much of it then, until the lead singer of the first group, stopped in the middle of his song, and shouted "WHERE IS THAT COLD AIR COMING FROM". There was dead silence for maybe a minute or two, with everybody just looking around looking for the source and shaking their heads, with no reasonable explanation. Still I didn't think much of it, other than it just being an odd occurrence. Definitely not a ghost or something paranormal. I didn't believe in that stuff, and thought they were stories that people just made up to scare someone.
If anyone tried to tell me a ghost story or experience, I would listen, but later questioned their credibility, thinking to myself, do they really expect me to believe such nonsense? I had never seen anything to even make me wander if any of it could be real.
Our group was next, and the speaker asked us to get ready. We moved to a side room, to strap on our instruments, and waited to be introduced. While we were standing and waiting, something caught my eye. In another side room we were facing, there it was, a hovering bright, white neon, looking light in the shape of a small size comet, or the size of a nerf football, with the front end rounded, and back end sort of tapering to a tail or hazy point. As soon as my eyes fixed on it, the light whisked to the back of the room, up to the ceiling, in the farthest corner. Then the door slammed shut hard, and the door handle jiggled violently for about 3 or 4 seconds, then it was over. I could not believe what I had just witnessed. I turned to look at the other people in my group, and their mouths, and eyes were wide open just like mine. I knew without saying a word that they had seen what I had seen.
We finally were called out to the main part of the church, and we did our set of songs. I was in a daze the whole time we were performing, asking myself what just happened, and to this day I'm still not sure.
It was so real and moving, there is no way I'll ever ever deny it happened. I would just like to know what it was.
When we went outside for lunch, we asked the people that invited us if strange things like that happened allot. They acted like they didn't know what we were talking about. I'm sure they have seen something. That presence was too strong to not be noticed! Since that time I've never seen or experienced anything like that, and I hope I never do.
When I try to tell this story I see people looking at me the same way I used to look at people telling me their stories. (Used to) I am just left wandering what is out there, and what is it capable of?
If anyone can help me understand I would greatly appreciate your help. This has changed my life and definitely my way of thinking.