Before I begin I will warn you that my story telling and writing skill are worse than Sarah Palins.
I have a couple stories that I want to tell that has been hanging around in my memory for nearly 30 years. I was around 6 years old, in the living
room sitting on the floor playing with Lincoln logs and watching television on one of those huge consoles that was sitting in the corner of the
While playing I heard someone call my name, but the voice wasn't far away, it was in the same room. I looked up at the t.v. and I kid you not, a
life sized stick figure(the kind a child would draw on paper) stood up from behind the television and waved at me. I'm not kidding, this thing was
drawn in orange crayon, had four spikes of hair on its head, its right eye was larger than the left, its mouth was a straight line with two buck
teeth, it had 3 fingers on each hand and used its right had to wave at me. I couldn't see its legs, they were behind the tv, I could only see it from
the waist up.
Scared sh*tless,I ran to my parents room to tell them what I saw and of course they didn't take me seriously and sent me back to the living room.
To this day I can see this thing pop up from behind the tv and wave at me, clear as day!
Now for the second story. I'm 12 years old, living in a different house on a farm. On many occasions at night I would have this strange sensation
on my legs. It felt as if a cat was trying to find a comfortable spot to lay down, but it was very light weight but definitely heavy enough to feel
This would go on night after night. I wouldn't even asleep yet, this would happen the moment I laid down. I would look down at my legs and not see
anything, but the sensation would still be there. Again, I would tell my parents about it and they would tell me my legs were growing.
One evening around 2:30 in the morning I got up out of bed and walked down the hall to the restroom. On my way back to my room, I stood there in
the doorway frozen at what I saw sitting on my bed. It was the creepiest thing I had ever seen.
It was a baby, sitting at the foot of my bed with its back to me. It had blonde hair, It was sort of chubby, and it had a cloth diaper on. As I
stood there watching this baby, it turned its head and looked at me. It had the biggest, shiniest, blackest eyes. It then turned its head to the
forward position and crawled into the wall next to my bed.
What do you think I did next? Nope, I didn't run to my parents room. I walked over to the bed and got back in and went to sleep with my head
covered. Yeah, I got back in bed. Don't ask why, I just did.
I can still recall this incident like it happened yesterday down to the fine details like the pin that was holding the diaper on.
Is it normal to carry these memories in detail if they were just my imagination? I would have thought they would have been forgotten over time.
Thanks for listening to my ramblings and feel free to ask questions!
[edit on 6-7-2009 by Tartarspoon]