posted on Apr, 12 2012 @ 03:52 AM
I’ve really wanted to put this out there for years but haven’t had the time. Tonight I went to bed too early and woke up really early and now
have the time. But bear with me, I need to set up a little background so you can understand the story.
My brother is two years younger than I am, and we are getting close to 50. I am an attorney and he is a medical doctor, both practicing in the same
small town community. Our professional backgrounds and our family name would cause anyone in our community to aggressively defend our character for
telling the truth or being honest.
Our father was a very successful professional in the same town. In 1969 he built our beautiful home a couple of miles from town. The event I’m
addressing occurred in or around 1975, I was 8, my little brother was 6.
This happened in our bedroom so I need to set up the dimensions. Our bedroom was rectangular and I’m guessing its dimensions were about 16' by
12', one long wall being common to the exterior. The other long wall had an entrance to the left of 3 feet, with a door that swung from right to
left to the interior. Immediately to the right of the entrance was another 3 foot wall creating a short hallway. This hallway was due to the
interior closet which had an interior depth of two feet. From the left to the right, the closet was composed of about 3/4 double shelf garment racks,
with contained hanging dowels and 1 foot shelves. The other 1/4 was composed of five or six shelves about 2' by 4'. The closet doors were plain
double 3' doors that swung out. When the left door was fully opened it partially blocked the short hallway entrance. The light in the closet was a
singe bulb above the garment racks. It had a pull chain string with no wall switch.
We slept on bunk beds which were up against the exterior long wall, I was on the top bunk, my brother on the bottom.
To understanding this story it is very important to grasp a visual on the above description of our bedroom.
It is likewise very important to know what commercials were popular on television at the time. Fruit-of-the-Loom was big at that time which had many
animated fruit characters, grapes, apple and leaf. Also, Planters Peanuts had a commercial running which included an animated giant peanut man.
Now here we go. One night shortly after we had been put to bed, the closet light came one in a weird fashion. It started with a very dim
illumination and then became very bright. Not a pull chain ignition. Then, the double doors slowly swung open, the left one partially blocking the
hallway entrance. When the doors were fully opened, we saw multiple animated characters on all of the shelves in the closet. On the top shelf of the
garment racks was a Jack-O-Lantern character which seemed to be the leader. Most of his body was composed of what appeared to be a simple orange
pumpkin jack-o-lantern. He had thin long arms and legs. This seems weird, but he was pounding an anvil with a hammer and had a huge smile as if to
gain our approval. I cannot explain why I might conjure this image in my mind during a dream at that age.
If I remember correctly of the many other animated characters, some included what would be the Fruit-of-the-Loom characters. But there were so many
it is somewhat of a blur.
After all of this evolved, I remember looking down to my brother’s bunk and him looking at me. I immediately jumped down and tried to run out of
the room. I know, I was leaving my little brother to fend for himself, but I was scared #less. But when I swung the left door back to get through
the hallway the Planters Peanut Man was standing behind the door laughing. They all were laughing. I immediately ran and jumped into my brother’s
lower bunk. We both began screaming very loudly for Mom. She appeared and turned the light on. All of the animations disappeared and the closet
light was off. She dismissed our story and we went back to bed and some how dozed off to sleep.
The weird thing about this event was our memory. Apparently both of us had no memory of it for years. But when I was about 14, and VCR’s were very
new and novel, my mother purchased the movie The Shining. After my brother and I had seen that movie about three times I spontaneously recalled the
event and asked him if he did too. He acknowledged the event but like me was kind of squeamish about the reality of it. It was like our memory that
night had been blacked out but reformed years later. I cannot explain how that feels, but it is eery.
Later when both of us were in college we told Mom the story over a holiday visit. She knew us and knew we were telling the truth. She was really
disappointed because, being a little superstitious, thought building a new house would have prevented paranormal events. Other than that, my
brother and I have never really talked about the event since. But, during the discussion with my mother my brother had the same vivid details of the
event as I did.
So about 10 years ago a very good friend of mine, and my brother’s, was telling me about some paranormal anomalies occurring in his house and some
other event which he personally witnessed involving ghosts. I told him I could not really claim witness to anything paranormal other than the event I
described above, which I hadn’t really thought of since being a teenager.
So, what did my brother and I experience that night? It really doesn’t appear to be a ghostly event. And, it would be an atypical alien encounter.
Could we have experience identical dreams and somehow shared the memory? I really don’t know but it has driven me crazy for years. I’ve even
considered hypnosis to make sure I’m remembering accurately. Any suggestions or insight would be greatly appreciated.