My daughter sleepwalks occasionally. Of course, for all I know, she could be traversing our house nightly, entering the garage, and taking our loser cruiser for a spin, but I hear her only on occasion.
On the nights I’m aware of her slumberous travels, her route is generally the same: she drifts into our room and hovers at my bedside until my sixth sense wakes me. Then I take her hand and guide her back to her room. The whole process takes about two minutes.
One night, our second story window was open, a light breeze blew in, and the full moon backlit our furniture. I was asleep, equipped with my mandatory nighttime gear: earplugs.
I heard nothing.
- She made three paces through the room
But I opened my eyes anyway and saw a blurry outline of a Victorian nightgown, stark white and full skirted, seemingly afloat. I blinked to focus. I fumbled for my glasses. No longer visually impaired, I stared at the silence of my daughter, eyes bulging, the whites further illuminated by the harsh moonlight.
Mistaking your daughter for Linda Blair is a quick way to awaken mid sleep cycle. My plugged ears further amplified the whoosh of my pulse.
Like before, I rose and took her hand. Like before, she went back to bed silently.
But this time, my sleepwalker had stolen my sleep.
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In this, the week of the fall equinox, any nighttime terror stories to share?
oooooh sleepwalking kids are the creepiest!
Nightmarish, indeed.
In a house we previously lived for three years, during the first week of October, I heard footsteps going back and forth, up and down the hallway. It was so creepy because I was home alone with a kid.
In addition to the footsteps, we started noticing our toddler daughter waving and saying “Hi!” to air. She would point and laugh as if somebody were making silly faces. The creepiest was when we got her up from her nap and she looked over my shoulder (away from my husband, so she was facing neither o us) and into the master bedroom and joyously shouts, “There you are!” like she had been playing hide-and-seek with a ghost.
I’m still thoroughly creeped out by these events.
I would be creeped out, too. I bet getting out of there was a positive move.
My 7 year old girl sleep walks regularily too. THe creepiest time was when she was standing in front of her full length mirror talking back to her reflection. Once when she was 3, she walked outside and I almost locked her out when I was closing up for the night. I regularily check on her whereabouts before I go to sleep because she may not be where I left her.I hope she grows out of it soon!
Talking back to her reflection? Yikes! My doc says it’s “normal” around this age…
Jazuz!
See what you have to look forward to? 😉
Funnily enough, lately I’ve been awakened by the VERY distinct impression that someone is sitting on the side of my bed. I feel the mattress ‘give’ to accomodate a adult person sitting. And I am frightened because I know I’m alone. It bothers me because I don’t know where this is coming from , but also I’m not threatened. My friend Debbie and I where discussing a couple of days ago about ‘spirits’ and I told her that this had very recently happened to me, and I also told her what I suspected. She said next time “talk to this visiter and ask questions’ Still waiting for it to happen again, and although it happened at least twice, it hasn’t happened again. What can I say. I really miss my Dad and I spent alot of his last year sitting on the side of his bed.
Kind of creepy but kind of comforting. Maybe Grandpa’s still checking up on his baby girl.
No sleeping walking here. But I am firmly in the ear plugs camp.
Along with my anti-teeth grinding mouth device and eye mask in the summer. Entirely sexy.
ROFL. To complete the look, you could perhaps add one of those apnea-breathing-apparatuses. I may have to graduate to an eye mask next summer.
one night, i abruptly woke up and scooped up my sleeping baby who was beside me, because i thought she wasn’t breathing. poor noelle cried and my husband was also startled. i breastfed her and i guess we fell back asleep. i only realized it was a dream when my hubby told me what i did the next morning. it seemed so real though.
Which part was a dream?