reply to post by RedCairo
It is so hard for me to narrow this down to one singular event. I would have to say that I have been besieged by scores of weird experiences my whole
life. There is not one of them that I could use to define as being the weirdest. So I will think back to where I can bring to remembrance what I
perceive to be the beginning of my weird experiences and relate it.
I was very young and my sister was two and a half years older than myself. The house that I grew up in had an attic with the typical slanted ceiling
and bare rafters and there was no insulation between them. The attic did not have a light so when you went in you had to rely on the light from the
small enclave that proceeded it.
I was always afraid of this attic because it was always dark and cold. So when my sister would lead us there, I would hesitate and tell her I didn't
want to play in there. More often than not she would relent and we would end up playing elsewhere. It was the kind of attic that would make any
child scared so I avoided it.
My sister received a gift on one of her birthdays. It was a tall doll, about three feet in height. It had long brown hair and its eyes would close
if you laid it down on its back. It had a semi-smile and wasn't really that menacing looking. She loved the thing and I barely gave it a thought
because I just wasn't interested in it.
One day, my grandfather had come to visit. My mother and him were talking in the kitchen and my sister and I were playing nearby. We could hear them
talking about grown up stuff that we really couldn't comprehend nor did we care to. We soon became bored at what we were doing and decided to spy on
them! We crawled as close to the kitchen as we could without being seen and watched and listened.
My mother was going on about something in the attic and wanted my grandfather to go with her to locate whatever it was that she was talking about.
They went up the stairs and when they were out of sight we hurriedly made our way to the bottom of the stairs and peered up to make sure the coast was
clear. When we were satisfied that we could make it to the entrance of the attic, we tiptoed up the stairs and laid on the floor in the enclave and
peered into the darkness of the attic as they were talking and moving boxes.
We were giggling softly and decided that we could actually walk right in there and scare them if we were quiet enough. So we positioned ourselves in
a crouch and as quietly as we could we made our way into the attic where my mother and grandfather were far too busy to know they were being stalked.
We were as close to them now as we needed to be and I was waiting for the cue from my sister.
She was looking to the right of the two recipients of our terror and was transfixed. I looked in the direction that she was looking and could see
nothing. I bumped her with my hand to get her attention back to the task at hand and she began to slowly stand fully upright without regarding my
urging to grab her focus. She was about to blow the whole thing for us!
She then pointed in the direction that she had been looking and said, "Mommy who's that man?" My mother and grandfather were startled and turned
around quickly to see us both. My sister was still standing with her finger pointed in the direction where she obviously saw someone. Her hand began
to rise up with her finger still pointing and said, "He's gone, he just went through the ceiling."
My mother and grandfather scalded us for scaring them and shooed us out of the attic. When all the commotion was over I asked her who she saw and she
told me, "I don't know, some man." That little event stuck with me for some time and all inquiries about the man were fruitless. My mother had
pressed her for more information and my grandfather did as well but she couldn't tell us more.
After that event I began having nightmares about that doll she had received for her birthday. Horrible dreams where the thing would chase me around
the house and at times hold me down on the floor and stare at me. In the dream I could not scream or breathe. I could only stare back at it or run
from it silently. I tried to get them out of my head and I couldn't. They became increasingly worse.
So one day, when my sister was not around, I took that doll to the shed. I took out a hammer and dismembered it. I dug a very deep hole behind a
huge willow tree in our yard and I buried it. The nightmares ceased after that. My sister looked high and low for that doll and never found it of
course. I played innocent and never told her that I had in fact destroyed it and buried it.
The doll would come back to haunt me much later, but that's another post and a long list of weirdness would have to preceed it first.
Edit to add to.
[edit on 27-5-2010 by jackflap]