“You know that moment, when you were absolutely certain you saw something, running away in the corner of your eye something dark and fast, but the moment you try to see it again it has left and by the time you come to that conclusion you’ve already started to make the situation believable: it was rain on the window, a bird flying by, it was only a floating leaf, a trick of the light. But the truth is, you sort of still believe that you did see something out of the ordinary although there is no proof other than seeing. These thoughts echo through your head, and seeing is no longer believing because you don’t think it was ever really there, surely believing it is madness and nobody wants to pursue insanity.
Or that feeling and certainty of being watched and you look around trying to find the prying eyes and it turns out to be a cat intently staring, and wondering to itself about whatever you are doing and those eyes begin to disconcert you so you wave it away. But you still feel the eyes at the back of your head, but you lay your blame on the cat, there was nobody in plain sight, after all.
Or that feeling when you feel something touching you on your shoulder or your leg, and you try to swat it away but it feels like fingers moving further, going higher and higher but when you look there’s nothing there, so you tell yourself it is the nerve endings having fun.
Or what about those sharp chills you get in your spine, so cold you can’t move for a second, until you come to your senses and try to find where a draft comes from, but no windows are open anywhere and outside the sun is shining and the trees branches are hardly waving.”
“Yeah what about it?”
“I dunno, do you believe in the supernatural?”
“Nah, you ever seen a ghost? I haven’t. It’s a whole load of rubbish.”
“Yeah, I guess, but what if…. no, don’t worry. It’s nothing important.”