Why I Don't Believe SP is a trick of the mind...

First off I must come clean in admitting that SP isn't the only strange thing I've witnessed. I've seen a UFO also, in 2005. My first SP episode happened to me when I was about 15. Prior to that, I woke up in the middle of the night one night and somebody was sitting at the foot of my bed. Which some people, me included, would consider a separate but probably related phenomena. It was some humanoid creature. But that wasn't the only thing I saw in my room at night. Every night I saw something strange. Lights that would zip around near the ceiling. Often shadows darker than the general shade of the night that would move around the room sometimes. Or move slightly back and forth in the same general place, sort of changing size and shape.

I used to have a plastic Ice cream cone on my wall in my bedroom. You used to see them in ice cream parlors. They were 3 dimensional and when you stuck it to the wall it looked like it was sort of imbedded half way in the wall. I had mine stuck to the wall with two pieces of scotch tape. One piece holding the top, one at the bottom. They were very light, probably didn't weigh 2 ounces. One night I woke up to this loud screeching sound. It was very dark that night and I couldn't see anything but I could hear it was coming from that general area where the ice cream cone was. It sounded a lot like fingernails on a chalk board. I have probably never been so frightened in all my life. I was so scared I didn't move even a muscle. To this day I don't know whether I couldn't move, or was just to scared to so. The sound lasted about 5 seconds maybe then it stopped. And I eventually got back to sleep.

When I got up the next morning. The ice cream cone was not on the ground. It was still against the wall with the bottom edge wedged in behind the base board that ran along the floor. I looked it over for a few moments, and picked the ice cream cone up. I decided to try to replicate that sound I heard. I held it against the wall and let it drop. It didn't make much of a sound until it hit the floor. I picked it back and held it against the wall and pushed on it a bit while I slid it down the wall. It made the sound exactly, and I was able to push it right to the top of the base board and wedge it in just as I found it.

Somebody, some thing, did that. I didn't imagine it. I didn't dream it. It didn't just fall off the wall when the tape let go. It was pushed against the wall by some force and then slid down the wall relatively slowly taking about 5 seconds to cover maybe 6 feet. That wasn't a dream, or a figment of my imagination. Nobody will ever be able to convince me that it was. They weren't there when it happened. I was.