![]() ![]() I didn't answer, so she turned around and went back to sleep. She glanced at her own to see the time and saw that it was 1 a.m., so she asked me why I wasn't asleep. I didn't scroll or touch it, I just looked at it. It turns out, she woke up in the middle of the night and saw me sitting on my bed, glaring at my phone. "The next day during breakfast, one of my roommates jokingly asked me if I had hearing problems. 'A bit' meant that I came back to my room at about 2 a.m. One even managed to sneak in a bit of alcohol, so they invited me to stay for a bit. ![]() I went down to bring it to him, and saw some of our other classmates in his room. One night at about 9 or 10 p.m., he messaged me asking for a phone charger. I was sharing a room with two of my friends while my twin brother, both due to gender differences and our own preferences, was on another floor with his friends. In my country, you get opportunity to travel abroad with the school (partly for fun and partly for educational purposes) during your senior year, so I did. Our best theory is that it was the ghost of my grandpa messing with me. Neither of my parents are the type of people to play surreal pranks on their sick and miserable teenage daughter, and there wasn’t anyone else who could have done it. Then, about a month later, it stopped playing music forever. The singing lamp, as it came to be known, played an off-key version of 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow,' but it didn’t do it every time we turned it on. We even tried taking them both apart and we couldn’t find anything to explain it. It was one of a set of two lamps, and it’s partner never played music. "This was not a musical lamp - it was a very generic lamp that had been in the house for ages. I was pretty drugged up on painkillers, so I figured it was just a dream or hallucination. I’d just gotten my wisdom teeth out and I was spending my days laying in my bedroom feeling miserable. "The strangest unsolved mystery in my life is the tale of the singing lamp. The doctors pretty much said it was the type of cancer that had a nearly 99% survival rate if they'd caught it soon enough, but at this point it was too late. I can't remember the exact name, as I was young at the time. She was soon diagnosed with a very progressive cancer. ![]() "A few months later, my aunt was feeling sick and went to the doctor. Towards the end of the year, my aunt had a similar dream, only this time her mom said, 'It's too late sweetie, I'm sorry.'" ![]() This happened about four or five more times. Her mom would then say, 'Sweetie, you need to get to the doctor right away! There is something wrong.' My aunt would wake up the next morning, writing it off as a dream. After their mother passed away, her older sister started having a dream of their mom coming back, sitting at the foot of her bed and talking to her. "My mom was a non-believer in anything paranormal or 'odd,' but she used to tell a story all the time about her older sister. I really wanted to go to school that day. When class ended and everybody headed to their lockers to prepare for the next class, nobody had noticed that 'I' disappeared. My seat was in the first row, so it would be very hard to miss 'me.' They said 'I' didn't speak and had a very severe look on my face. It turns out, nearly all of my classmates saw 'me' walk into the classroom for first period that morning and sit down - including our teacher. It wasn't until later that day that I got the full story. They said they saw me in the first class that morning." They asked me where I came from, I told them I just got to school. My classmates were already outside the classroom, waiting to be let in. When I finally got to the campus, I walked to the classroom for my next subject. I told my mom and she agreed to let me go to school. Three hours later at almost 10 a.m., I woke up and my fever was completely gone. She would not budge, so I conceded and ended up falling asleep on the couch in the living room. My mom told me that I should stay home and rest, but I had a major exam later in the day and begged her to let me go to school. "One morning during my sophomore year of high school, I woke up with a really high fever. ![]()
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