By Paranormal standards:
Creepers are shapeless black masses –they can be big or small– that keep low to the ground while they move. Sometimes they move slowly, and sometimes they move quickly. As far as I know, it hasn’t been determined whether creepers are evil spirits or good spirits. However, I have come across people that have had encounters with creepers tell me that they don’t think they’re either good nor evil, but they can be mischievous, or leave a person with a malicious feeling.
I have not come across a creeper that has done harm, and neither has anyone else that I’ve talked to that have come in contact with a creeper. The majority of the time, creepers are seen out or the corner of the eye, and by the time you look in the direction where you saw it, it’s either already gone, or the tail end of it is already making its way out of sight.
There was one time in particular when I came across a creeper, and it was in my parents’ home at the time. It was an odd experience, though. I was looking for something that meant a lot to me; it was a ring that I thought I had lost. I knew that if it was lost, I would be even more upset than I already was in thinking that it was lost forever. The ring in question was a family heirloom; it had once belonged to my great grandmother. My grandmother –of whom is still alive– gave me the ring when I was a teen ager as a gift. For as long as I can remember, I felt a certain attachment to the ring. But at the same time, there was, “nothing special about the ring.” Though, I liked how it looked, and I wore it a lot.
While I was in my room I was trying to retrace my steps. I knew that I was wearing this ring throughout the week, but on this day in particular I hadn’t noticed that it was missing until mid-evening. It was a cold day, and I had been outside a few times around the house, and I knew that I didn’t lose it at school, because it was a snow day. Even then, I thought, ‘Great, if I lost it outside, it could be anywhere in the snow!’ This ring was silver with a turquoise stone, and a red coral stone. After I continued to think about it, I realized that I still had the ring when I came in from outside earlier that day. So, then, I got up, left my room, and went out to the front door where I had come in from outside. I remembered where I was and what I did after I came back inside, and so I retraced every step I took. But, at a certain point –once I had gotten into the hallway– I could not for the life of me remember what I had done from there. My mind was a complete blank. So, I looked around and then asked aloud, “Seriously, what happened to my ring? Where is it?”
Not half of a moment later, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small, black, shadowy mass keeping close to the ground. I looked it its direction, and I saw it straight on… and it was headed to my bedroom. There was a part of me that was freaked out by seeing this small, black, shadowy mass… but at the same time, I didn’t feel like I was in any danger. It was just there, as if it was saying ‘follow me.’ So, reluctantly, I did. I followed it to my bedroom, and I remembered hesitating for a moment before I opened my bedroom door. These were the type of things that scared me as a child… mainly because at the time I didn’t know what they were and they creeped me out. I guess they live up to their name: Creepers.
Once I shoved the thought aside and reminded myself that my past –unintentional– encounters with these things never hurt me, I opened my door and walked into my room. Again, I saw the creeper straight on; it was at the foot of my bed between my dresser and my bed keeping close to the floor. Just then it quickly went under my bed. I paused for a moment in shock, but then I quickly got down on my hands and knees to look under the foot of my bed. At first I didn’t see anything, but then I shifted a few things around.
There it was. The ring that I had been looking for. I was stunned in utter amazement; I had no clue how it had gotten there. Sure, the ring could have fallen off at some point and then fallen under the foot of my bed with no problem… but that was the problem… in order for it to land where it did, it would have had to literally go through the long tote that I had under my bed at the foot of my bed. The thing that I found even more astonishing was that, right behind my tote that ran the width of my bed, was my jewelry box that my grandmother had also given me… and that, too, used to belong to my great grandmother; she used it every day as far as I was told. But, there sat my ring that I was looking for; it was sitting right in front of the jewelry box that was bumped up to the tote.
I sat there and stared for a moment, trying to comprehend what had just happened… and there was no logical explanation for it. I snapped out of it, grabbed up the ring, and the jewelry box and looked at the both of them for a moment before I reached the decision. I opened the jewelry box, and set the ring inside of it, promising not to wear the ring again until it got warmer outside, and the snow was completely melted. 🙂
I hope you enjoyed this post! 😀
~* ❤ Des ❤ *~