A Supernatural moment

September 25, 2012 5:09pm Published by Jules Smith in The Art Philosopher 39 Comments

4.20 AM- Woke up with a start.  Very odd shape, moving around wildly behind curtains.  Obviously it’s a tree but I can’t recall having noticed this before.  It appears to be shaped like a scythe.  Then I see the shape of a gaunt, haunted face.  OH MY GOD it’s the grim reaper.  Don’t be stupid, it’s just my mind trying to find patterns (no it’s not it’s the grim reaper) SHUT UP.  I find myself reverting to a 5 year old with monsters in her bedroom. 
4.40 AM – I get out of bed (no I didn’t look behind the curtain) and walk gingerly downstairs.  I walk gingerly because I have had a broken big toe.  I am supposed to wear a hideous air boot now and then that makes me look like iron man but I don’t sleep in it. I find it catches on the duvet.  At the bottom of the stairs I put on some slippers.  
4.45 AM -I walk into the kitchen and start to prepare tea.  There’s not much that can’t be resolved by a nice cup of tea. I must stop watching Supernatural marathons before going to bed.  All those demons and shape shifters are obviously playing on my mind.  The fact that Jenson Ackles who plays the character Dean is super hot, has nothing to do with the fact I watch it a lot.
4.50 AM.  Total blackout.  Power cut hits the house.  Ok, now I’m officially FREAKED OUT.   This is a real life, supernatural moment.  I feel sick.  First grim and now no power.  Cue Freddy Kruger.  I sit down and keep very still.  I can hear odd noises. I live opposite the greenbelt where wild animals thrive, like savage bunnies (and werewolves) This is perfectly normal ( no it’s not, you know there are Leviathans outside) That noise is just a cow mooing (no it’s not, it’s a tortured moan) SHHH.  I sit frozen to the seat.  I want to go to the loo but I daren’t.  Most people have heart attacks on the toilet and my heart is racing so fast it’s close to leaping out of my chest and making a bid for freedom.  This is clearly grims plan.
5.16 AM – “Oh Cass?”  (He’s an Angel in Supernatural) I call because if he shows up he can save me before I die of shock.  If he doesn’t then I know this is just my silly imagination.  Well of Course he doesn’t!  
PING! – the electricity comes back on. PHEW.
OR...was that an Angelic move?
5.30 AM – I manage to prize myself from the chair to get the tea and move to the comfort of the sitting room.  Was that an arachnid the size of my hand that I just saw zip across the floor? It’s too dark to see.  Now everything looks spideresque.  Maybe I’m in Hell.
5.40 AM – Hold on, doesn’t electricity go daft when ghosts are present? (yes, and the darkest hour is just before dawn)
5.50 AM – I need more tea. No, vodka.  And harmonic noise.  Normal noise (not monsters lurking in the shadows kind of noise) I put down my feet.  ARRRRGH! there’s that tarantula!  Feet zipped up at breaking speed back to sofa. BUT, not before I catch my toe on the coffee table.  Which one? THE POORLY ONE, obviously.  This is grims fault for chasing me out of my bedroom before I could strap sensible footwear on.
5.55 AM – I eventually run out of curse words at the pain.
6.00 AM – I hop very quickly back to the kitchen before I get weaved into the evil spiders web (and probably get turned into one by the demon in the shadows) to make more tea.
6.05AM – Can I see dawn breaking? (No, that’s Armageddon)   I hear a cockerel crowing. I feel better until…  I turn on the TV.  It’s the weatherman pictured next to a globe covered in grey and rain.  He smirks. I hate him. Passionately.  He seems to find it amusing that we will have 6 months rain in a week.  He’s OBVIOUSLY possessed.
6.15 – I venture back up the wooden hill to bedfordshire where I shall be staying put, demonic with relentless fatigue.


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Oh Jules, I feel so sorry for your broken toe, dragged out of bed in the early hours before being cruelly stubbed on a coffee table. It deserves an apology from your faint heart. Perhaps you should sleep with an air pistol on your bedside table so you can shoot the curtain demon next time.

Me with a pistol?!! I’d probably shoot myself in the foot! Maybe a big gorilla parading the perimeter would be a good idea!

Hilarious! You’ve described the spooky wee hours of the morning to a tee! Why does our imagination go on overdrive then?? I very much believe the bit about the tarantula – spiders only come out to haunt the place at night, especially late at night, and are guaranteed to appear once one has their feet on the ground. Eeeew.
I wouldn’t stop watching Supernatural though – he is gorgeous alright 🙂

He is and most definitely worth going through the night time terrors for! 🙂

LOL Juliette! Maybe you should stay away from late night tv – or substitute your regular viewing with Glee or the Smurfs.

But I don’t blame you… say NO to Jensen Ackels? NEVER! Cass is not too bad either. But I gotta admit, I have a soft spot for Damon in The Vampire Diaries… and a recent fascination with James Marsters playing the bad ass guy 🙂

Azra you have impeccable taste in men! I’m also rather taken by Eric in True Blood. He kind of grows on you without you realising…ahhh

Don’t listen to Ar, Jules… Not this time. Doesn’t she know Smurfs can be very – I repeat AND emphasize – V.E.R.Y. scary. (Click on V.E.R.Y. scary should thou not believe moi…)

I meant… HERE.

Ewww, that WAS scary! nasty, nasty smurf!

Well, I actually meant James Marsden (The Bachelorette)… but I like James Marsters (Spike from Buffy) too 🙂

LOVE Spike!

Why do demons and the like prefer to make their presence known in darkness? Just when our imaginations are at their most creative and our sleepy souls at their most vulnerable? Glad you survived. 😉

I’m still here Beth. Just living in the windmills of my mind!

Have you, by any chance, been eating large amounts of cheese and crackers before hitting the sack?

Good point Masher, I need to watch that. I think it’s more likely that I’m going crackers!

The Grim Reaper does house calls? Thats what I call a good service.

He’s a busy being Tony!

This is why I never live alone. I try never to sleep alone either. What a horrible time you had!

The thing is Belle I don’t live alone it’s just that everyone else sleeps soundly and generally the people in my world pay very little attention to my creative mind!

yes, Juliette. stay away from TV before sleeping. also the mind has a way of creating patterns and shapes in the dark.
sometimes i experience the same thing too!
maybe you can bring your witch friend over ? haha. just a thought.

i hope your toe gets better soon. take care of you.

Jaya, it’s probably the witches that instilled this fear inside me!

Nice article, thanks for the information.

Thank you rental mobil for your in depth thoughts on the matter. Very informative.



Ya make me laugh girl! Don’t worry about demons outside, they’re just “poking around.” it’s when you wake up in hell that you need to take stock of your options 🙂


I’m going to Heaven Dean! I think i’m in Hell now!

Well, yeah, there is that 🙂

Hey between your toe and Azra’s wisdom teeth I have nothing to read…all my favorite people are leaving me dry. Me so sad 🙁 I mean after all, I know you write just for me. So this is me waiting 😉


I’m back Dean! Had a dry spell. Very interested in the autographer.. Interesting post!

Trust the god – polytheism and his names include Valium, Ambience. They will keep your reaper, monsters and all these evils away.
Or have a boring book ready that shall put you back to sleep right away.

I will MAMTC! Sounds like a worthy deity to me! Yes have a few boring books around too.

In 1990 (yes, that long ago) I was lying in my bed staring at the ceiling that I couldn’t see when suddenly I sensed someone was looking at me. I couldn’t see anyone but it just felt that way. I was so scared I could’n’t move or make a sound. It must’ve lasted for, what, half an hour or so. It was weird and scary as hell….

So you know where I’m coming from then RCB! oooh you do know that 1990 was a VERY bad year for demons….

Not only for demons, I can assure you…. 🙂

Tell me more….!!

Jules, I’ve had to rebuild my blog from scratch. Here’s my new address: http://www.thebluegrumpster.blogspot.com . I hope you’re doing fine.


Of course you know that they play behind the curtains hoping for a chance at your sanity?
Nice one . . .

They certainly took it that night!

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