Alright, although I'm agnostic, I don't quickly point fingers and say that something "paranormal" happened, but man: I just had something very strange happen, which sparked an even weirder sensation in me.
It's a little past 23:00, and I decided to go and have a look at the two windows in our basement, as I often do before I go to bed.
I do this pretty much only during spring and summer, because it's the time when bigger insects, mice or frogs tend to fall down the roster and land on a pile of leaves before the window glass, where one can pick them up and put them in the yard again, which I happily do.
This time, it was a cute little youngster frog again.
While I was clearing stuff out of the way to open the window and get the youngster frog, I was kinda talking, or thinking, "out loud" to myself about how I'd go on about continuing with my new hobby (sewing) and what parts and materials I'd soon order to increase the quality of the pouches I was experimenting with.
As I was doing this, I opened the window, managed to have the little frog jump into the box I held before him, put a lid on it, set him aside and closed the window.
While I was returning the items I cleared from before the window in order to open it, I was still deeply "focused" on my little self-talk session, when I reflectively looked toward our little storage room that's connected to our basement; I like to close the door whenever I'm there sewing, I don't know, it simply feels better.
The door was half open - somebody must've left it - and I saw some kind of flash, a "bolt of light"(?) flashing up slightly behind the door; I instantly froze as if something had "caught" me; I felt like I had trespassed someone's territory, and that I had to move very quick.
As I stood there, I instantly got goosebumps All. Over. My. Body, tip-to-toe, and my heart started pumping, it was wild, and I even started tearing up, and while it all unfolded, I was like: Yo, wtf?! What. The. Fuck is this shit?
I felt some kind of "mild dread"(?) creeping up on me; I grabbed the frog and hauled my butt out of the basement Mucho Pronto, went outside, free'd the little frog and sat down for a bit.
It's almost an hour later and the goosebumps still keep flaring up, I keep tearing up and I don't fucking know why?
I went down with the sole intention to check on little insects or animals in need, while rambling aloud about my plans in regards to sewing stuff, and I returned a goosebumpy- and sobbing pile of shit, how?!
It's not even that it was something "out of the corner of my eye", because I was directly standing face-first towards the opening of said room, and saw it with "both" eyes, like wtf?!
I like to think that some synapses or nerves in my brain / eyes "overreacted", causing me to "see" said "spark", but how can this cause such an instant and "primal" level of fear?
It felt a second like I wasn't the hunter anymore, but prey.
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