reply to post by timidgal
Thank you, it's been several years and I still miss him.
Sorry SBMcG , I got a bit side tracked there, but I'd like to respond to both of your 'tales', if I might.....
The one you've posted here, I thought I could somewhat relate to, and then I backed up to follow the link to your childhood experience....!!!
I have often had that feeling that 'something is wrong, but I can't put my finger on it'. The weight of some forgotton nightmare, or some danger
lurking in the near future. Sometimes something comes of it, sometimes it simply goes away....I can't trust it, but I've found it's not always wise
to ignore it.
I grew up in an old victorian style house, and spent many hours there alone when I was a child. Many times I had the feeling of not being complthetely
alone, and having to swallow hard to overcome an almost state of panic.
I especially hated the front hall. Really hated it, avoided using the front door, had nightmares about it, would get goosebumps just looking toward
the lace curtian that hung on the stained glass _ The walls were painted a dark and gloomy blue, there was only one light fixture that did not
even illuminate the dark ceiling.
One night I dreamed that I had awakened and wandered out into the hallway, almost to the front door before I noticed there was a large mahagony coffin
to one side. It was closed and sat on a stand like those used in funeral homes. There were no flowers or other details that one might expect. It was
expensive looking, but unadorned. I reached out and laid my hand on the lid, sliding my fingers along it's cold polised, surface. It was not
actually scary, but heavily sad and solemn. And so very real.
Many years later I did some family ancestry research, and thought it would be interesting to find out who had lived in my childhood home. Not too
surprisingly I found that it had not always had a very happy past. The man who built it had died a violent death, killed in a railroad accident in
1924. His funeral would have likely taken place in that front hall. That might explain some of the 'bad vibes' I was getting.
As to that dark hooded figure from your childhood....
I saw one of those in broad daylight when I was about 7 years old. I and several other children were in the schoolyard, waiting for the bus. We all
saw it and froze, in a breathless, motionless clutch we huddled in terror till it had passed. Thankfully, it never noticed us.
Strangely, we never mentioned it afterward, never discussed among ourselves nor asked any adult what it was. I had forgotten it until years later
when I heard someone else mention a similar sighting near the same spot! I can still clearly recall the fear that took my breath as I watched
it....It seemed to float along with no walking motion, no feet showing beneath the robe.
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