The Why Files and Me

By W. F. Twyman, Jr.

In my Covid haze, I have settled upon The Why Files to feed my quirky soul. The Why Files is a podcast which highlights the weird, the bizarre, the unexplainable, the conspiratorial and the paranormal in life.

I have lived a normal and routine life. I have no ghost stories. I have no scary tales of close encounters with shadow people. I dismiss accounts of lizard people as delusional but who am I to judge/smile. When I was in junior high school, I used to read books about unidentified flying objects (UFOs). I would go outside at night and search wistfully for any signs of flying saucers in the night sky. Nothing. I have never seen little green men or the grays or aliens from outer space or our human future. Nor can I claim to have encountered Big Foot in the wilds of Mount Charleston, Nevada, zombies on the strip in Las Vegas (the jokes write themselves), no spirits or apparitions around the house, no men in black. Nor have I ever seen levitating dolls in my home. My Name is Talking Tina

The following is the only paranormal tale I have to share. Make of it what you will:

I was sleeping on my parents’ bed in their bedroom. I was in junior high school at the time. As I opened my eyes, I saw a mirror hovering over the bed in the middle of the room. The mirror drifted back to the wall within seconds. At the time, the occurrence made no sense to my logical brain. I concluded I was seeing things. Oddly enough, I wasn’t afraid in the moment. The non-sense of what my mind perceived consumed me.

I didn’t tell my parents because I was probably in that gray zone of perception between the unconscious and the conscious.

That’s all I got on the paranormal. Back to my sick bed. My thoughts are always racing when I am sick.