Having moved to my new location at the beginning of October, I was staying with my friends until things were settled with the house I wished to buy. They were so kind as to give me my own room and bathroom, in addition to the run of the house. Sleeping arrangements were comfortable, and my accommodations were without reproach for my entire stay.

One night I had retired as usual, lying in bed on my back, with my left leg bent a little at the knee. As I lay there in a mellow mood, awaiting sleep, I felt a pressure against that area, just above the knee joint. From the soft pressure exerted against my thigh, I ascertained that whatever was producing the pressure was about the size and shape of a large grapefruit, softly firm. Startled, I opened my eyes to see…….nothing at all. There was nothing there against my leg. Reflecting on all of the impressions I received while in my dozey state, I concluded that this little creature was non-human; one not capable of thought, save that of instinct; and was not a threat. Rather like a soft pet, snuggling contentedly against a superior creature. The way this little melon ball snuggled against me indicated a total lack of fear and a familiarity with larger, more intelligent creatures. Indeed, it had actively sought out and snuggled willingly against creatures of my kind, i.e., humans. It had done this before, liked it, was not afraid in the least, and desired the contact. It only departed (immediately, I might add) when it realized that I was fully back in my body. At no time did it desire to invade my body, as was the case with the hermit-crab-like entity. It just wanted to snuggle.

I fell asleep without incident and awoke refreshed the next morning. Seeing my hostess, Jean, at breakfast, I debated a moment whether to mention the melon ball, then quickly decided for it. I told her the story of how this softly firm ball had pressed itself against my inner thigh, but quickly disappeared when I became fully conscious of it. Not even batting an eyelash, Jean listened attentively, then said, “Oh, I know all about that. It was on my back a little while ago”, whereupon she told me her interesting story.

Some short time earlier, Jean was lying on her stomach in bed, preparing to sleep. She felt a soft bump as something landed on her lower back. She has a small dog, Lilah, a Maltese and Poodle mix, who regularly sleeps in the same bed, so Jean thought Lilah had jumped on her. When Jean turned her head, however, she saw nothing on her lower back. Moreover, Lilah was lying on the rug, not even on the bed. Jean said that whatever had landed on her back felt as to be about as big as a large grapefruit and that it was soft, yet firm. She felt no threat or fear from it or toward it. Indeed, she said it felt like a friendly pet.

After hearing this, I could only say, “Wow”. Not only was my story corroborated, but Jean had felt exactly the same thing I had, independently, several months later. Neither of us could place the identity of this melon ball, but both of us agreed that it did not have intelligence as a human has, nor was it a threat in any way. It was just like a big, grapefruit-sized pet.

I have no real explanation for this phenomenon. Apparently Jean’s house is “haunted”, perhaps not in the same way that deceased humans can haunt a house, but that something not in our physical world lives there is abundantly clear. It is no threat to anyone in the house, it just wants to snuggle. Perhaps it snuggles with the dog when humans seem too large an obstacle to tackle. If any of you, dear Readers, have experienced anything of this kind, I would love to hear about it, along with your thoughts regarding your experience.

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