the witching hour

I was scared of the dark. I still don't like the dark. Unless I am lying in bed. I get the scents that this is the time that spirits will make themselves visible. When I was having full fledged anxiety I would wake up at 3:00 am on the dot each night. It was eery. It was never 2:17 one night...1:46 the next night...4:38 the night after. No, it was 3:00 am every night.

In European folklore, the witching hour is the time when supernatural creatures such as witches, demons and ghosts are thought to be at their most powerful, and black magic at its most effective. This hour is typically midnight, and the term may now be used to refer to midnight, or any late hour, even without having the associated superstitious beliefs. The term "witching hour" can also refer to the period from midnight to 3am.

I wonder if my protectors are keeping me a sleep during the witching hours.

When I get tired I start to see shadows. I think my conscious lets it's guard down and I see the other side. I have no idea what the other side is but it seems to share the same space in reality as us. However, it exists in a different dimension. This is me trying to make sense of my world and experiences.

When I was in France, I slept in the old servant's quarters above the stables of a 18th century Chateau. One night I woke up with a floating glowing gas cloud above me. I knew it wasn't gas. I was frozen. It hovered over me like a cloud. It churned for 10 minutes. I couldn't move. I waited for something recognizable to take form. I could feel that this was not my eyes getting used to the dark. I was frozen with fear. My body had taken over as if it recognized that this was not normal. Finally, it faded away.

Darryl seems to have these abilities. My mom had them. My grandmother had them. All of us, save Darryl, suffered from anxiety. We sense things.