“By the pricking of my thumb, something wicked this way comes…”
Quote by Shakespeare (Macbeth)


Last night, Earl and I were in the bathroom getting ready for bed, when I witnessed an unbelievable sight. I get chills even repeating what I saw…

Hundreds of red streaks drowning the whites of Earl's eyes. Both of his eyes.

I'm not exaggerating. It looked like someone had poured acid in his eyes. And the streaks were moving across each eye like waves of blood as I watched.

In the most freaked out voice I think I’ve ever had, I asked, “What the hellll is wrong with your eyes?!”

“What do you mean? What’s wrong with them?” he replies.

I told him to look in the mirror.

We watched as the whites of Earl’s eyes swam in a sea of red, from corner to corner. To say the least, I was losing my cool. I didn’t know if I was witnessing a serious medical condition or a demonic possession.

Earl had no idea what was going on. And to make matters more stressful, I immediately started in with the questions: Does it hurt? Do your eyes burn? Do they itch? Did you touch something and then touch your face? Can you see? Did you poke yourself with a stick? Did you rub them? Did you rub them? Did you rub them?

I don’t know how many times I asked if he had rubbed his eyes but he finally had to take me by my shoulders and give me a good shake. “No! I did not rub them! I did not touch them! I didn’t do anything to them! And I can see fine. They don’t sting and they don’t hurt. I didn’t even know there was anything wrong with them!”

I knew if he had pink eye that it burn and itch. Or if only one eye was being affected, then at the very least, it wouldn’t be half as scary. But apparently, there was absolutely nothing going on discomfort wise and we had nothing to go on as to why it was happening.

That’s it, I said. Pack your bags babe, we’re going to the hospital. He looked at me with concern, and then again at himself in the mirror and blinked a few times. He rolled his eyes around in circles and blinked some more. It was like watching red clouds pass by a blue moon. Something was happening. We just had no idea what.

I wanted to high tail it to the ER, but as mysteriously as it came, it began to go away... In a few minutes, the red started to fade. "I think it's going away... What do you think? It looks better, right?" asked Earl. I nodded in agreement. Slowly, his eyes became somewhat bloodshot, then just a bit pink and finally, they just looked a little glassy - like the sky clearing after a storm. The whole thing had come and gone so quickly, so strangely; like something dropping us a quick hello, or perhaps even...

a brief but powerful message from beyond…

Whatever it was, we both looked at each other with the same thought - that was messed up right there.

Today his eyes look like nothing happened. Of course, I am nagging Earl to go get checked out anyway, but he’s a stubborn one. Doctors aren’t his thing. And when he feels fine, it’s even harder to get him to go.

We've had many things happen in our house that are unexplainable, but those are stories for yet another blog. So I leave you with this;

Either there are very good explanations for the strange things we’ve been experiencing lately, or the week of Halloween is waking up our house and we need an exorcist.