Creepers: Lost Ring

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 whom have had encounters with creepers tell me that they don’t think they’re either good or 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 of 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 had gone missing. I knew that if it was lost, I would be even more upset than I already was in thinking that it had been misplaced. The ring in question was a family heirloom; it had once belonged to my great-grandmother. My grandmother gave me the ring when I was a teenager as a gift. For as long as I can remember, I felt a certain attachment to the ring whenever I saw it. But at the same time, there was, “nothing special about the ring.” Though, I loved how it looked, and I wore it all the time after it had been given to me. However, a month or so prior to this day in particular, I placed the ring in my jewelry box that was sitting on my dresser.

It was a cold winter’s day, and I had been outside a few times around the house (it was a snow day), and throughout the day I really missed wearing the ring. So, I wanted to start wearing it again, even though it had only been a little over a month or so since I had worn my ring (I guess it just felt wrong when I wasn’t wearing it). Around mid-evening, I went into my room and opened my jewelry box to get my ring so I could start wearing it again.

But there was a problem…

My ring wasn’t there; it was missing. This ring was silver with a turquoise stone, and a red coral stone.

‘Did I put it in one of my other jewelry boxes?’ I thought to myself. ‘No. I couldn’t have. I know I put my ring in this jewelry box.’ But just in case, I decided to check my other jewelry boxes that I had in both the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms. As I left my room, I closed the door behind me purely out of habit. I checked the jewelry box in the upstairs bathroom… nothing. I went downstairs and checked the jewelry box in that bathroom… again, nothing. So –feeling defeated– I started to go back upstairs. But, once I had gotten upstairs to the end of the hallway, I paused and thought for a moment. Still, for the life of me, I had sworn up and down that I had placed that ring in my jewelry box on my dresser; there was no question about it. As I continued standing there at the end of the hallway, 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 in its direction, and I saw it head 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, nor did I feel anything malicious. 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 types 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 head 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 –one of my great-grandmother’s jewelry boxes being one of them (I had two of them that my grandmother had given me).

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 out of my jewelry box at some point when I opened it, and then fall under the foot of my bed with no problem… but that was the problem… if it would have fallen out of my jewelry box when I opened it, I would have seen it; it’s not like it’s a small ring. It’s chunky and hard to miss. Not only that but, in order for it to land where it did, it would have had to literally go through the long tote that I had under 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 the other jewelry box that my grandmother had also given me… and as I’ve mentioned, that, too, used to belong to my great-grandmother; she used this one 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 Spring had come, and the snow was completely melted. It was too cold out for me to be wearing the ring anyway.


I hope you enjoyed this post! 😀

~* ❤ Des ❤ *~


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