Many years ago when I was a uni student and had come home for the holidays I had a somewhat unsettling experience one night after going to bed. I had been reading and feeling a little tired I decided to turn the light off and go to sleep. I had only been laying with the light off for a few minutes and had been thinking of the events of the day when I was startled to hear a deep male voice by my left ear say “You are going to Wagga tomorrow.”. My eyes immediately flew open, I switched my bedside lamp on and immediately jumped out of bed and searched my room for an intruder. Of course, no one was there.
I was certain I hadn’t been asleep when I heard the voice and I don’t think I was even in the process of drifting off to sleep. I eventually put my experience down to being a hypnogogic hallucination. These are typically experienced either when waking or falling asleep. This would seem to be the most likely explanation for my experience. I should point out though that my father always claimed this particular house was haunted and I had personally experienced a number of rather strange experiences in the home. So although I think it was probably just an auditory hallucination there is the possibility that it could have been something paranormal. I’ll write down some of my experiences in this house in a future post.
My only other experience with mysterious voices occurred on a regular basis when I lived in our house in Binnaburra Place. I would frequently hear a crying baby. This occurred at any time of the day or night. It was always the same baby crying and it never lasted for more than about 30 seconds. I was never able to pinpoint where in the house the crying came from. It always seemed to be somewhat distant. It is important to note that none of our neighbors had babies and we had no toys (dolls etc) that cried. Although I was never able to come up with a satisfactory explanation as to why I would frequently hear this crying baby in our house I always thought it might have had something to do with the 20+ miscarriages my wife had. Whether this was, in fact, the case I don’t know, I haven’t experienced the crying baby since moving from the house in Binaburra Place. For all I know, the baby cries there still.