I went and washed my leg, but shortly after I sat down, it returned again and again. It would go away for a while if I waved my hand at it, or slapped my knee. I finally sprayed my knee with repellent, still to no avail. It kept coming back. I turned on the light and set out to catch it. Surprise! No fly. As I waited for it to return, spray can in hand, I felt it land again. But I could not see it. It was not there. Since then, in bed, at work, anywhere I am sitting or laying inactive, the invisible fly returns and walks around on the same spot on my knee. There must be some physiological, or psychological, explanation, but I have just decided to call him Eric the Phantom Phly, and ignore him. Actually I can’t ignore him. He is driving me crazy. In bed he makes me wonder if he is a bed bug. He is with me all the time now.
I often see things that aren’t there, I have since I was a child. There is supposedly an explanation for that, It is called pareidolia. If a word can be an explanation. Everyone has it, it is hardwired into our brains, but it seems I am really good at it. A pareidolic I suppose. Now I am feeling things too.
What is it called when one feels things that aren’t there?
I wonder if the Voices will return?