I’m Finally Ready To Confess What Happened To Me The Summer Of 1994 At ‘The Covington House’
In retrospect, it may seem quite obvious that whatever was out there had been doing something to keep my grandparents asleep that night. And if it could do that, who knows what else it was capable of.
I gave into the abrupt swell of panic that began to reverberate through me and shouted, “Pops!”
There was no reaction from my unconscious grandparents, so I turned to face their bed and shouted “Pops!” again. My grandmother (“Grammy”) had always been an especially light sleeper but no matter how loud I shouted that night, she didn’t stir an inch.
After screaming “POPS!” at the top of my lungs for like the 10th time, I noticed my grandfather looking like he was straining to lift his eyelids. With a painful wince, Pops finally forced himself into a sitting position as he turned to face me in what seemed like slow-motion.
His eyes were still closed as he mumbled, “What? What is it?”
“The window!” I shouted, gesturing at the deer silhouette still seemingly hovering there behind the curtain as Pops finally managed to force his eyes open long enough to look at me. My grandfather made a curious sound as he studied the sight before him.
“Trick of the eye,” Pops muttered before finally dropping back into a sleeping position.
In retrospect, it may seem quite obvious that whatever was out there had been doing something to keep my grandparents asleep that night. And if it could do that, who knows what else it was capable of. Who can say how much of the rest of this was just an illusion and how much of it actually happened?
