Something kind of spooky happened the other day during a visit with my good friend Shantel.
We were having a conversation about my father, a somewhat intense one at that. I’m thinking of doing some writings based on his life experiences and was asking Shantel for her sage advice when I noticed one of the lights on her track lighting fixture was sort of flickering.
“It’s been doing that for a while now,” she said.
I got an eerie vibe from the flickering and immediately thought of the stories I heard growing up about how ghosts tend to make their presence known through electricity.
“If you’re there,” I say to the light. “Flicker right. About. NOW.”
As soon as I finish saying “now” the light flickers.
“Ooh! I’m getting scared, Nathaniel!” says Shantel.
“Ah, that could just be a silly coincidence, let me see if it’ll respond to numbers.”
I command the light to flicker twice. It does so. I’m still not convinced.
“Okay, none of this flickering bullshit,” I command. “If there is a spirit there I want you to turn right the fuck off an then go on. Full on and full off!”
THE LIGHT GOES ON AND OFF!
At this point I am freaked out.
I turn off the light switch and put an end to our impromptu channeling session.