My Childhood Home: part 1
I grew up in a ranch style, single family home on a quarter acre lot, in a quiet, rural town in Massachusetts. My family is of Native American and Irish descent.
The bedroom my sister and I shared was a tiny 10-by-12-foot room, with two 54-by-29-inch windows. The glass panes were six over one, and from outside the sill was about 3 1/2 feet off the ground. We slept in a bunk bed. She had the top bunk and I had the bottom one.
It was summer, hazy, hot and humid. At the time, we did not have air conditioning. The windows were kept open to let in the breeze. It did not help much in cooling down the house. My sister was sitting at the head of my bed. She was reading a story to me from a Little Golden Book. I suddenly felt cold, freezing cold.
I felt I had to look out the window, but I did not want to. It felt as if, I had to. I could not believe what I was seeing. There were glowing red eyes staring in at me. I could not look away. I tried.
The eyes were about 2 feet up from the windowsill. They were just staring at me. I get chills just remembering this. It took, what seemed forever to tear my gaze away. When I did, I rushed to the head of the bed and told my sister to look out the window. When she finally did, the eyes were gone.
Another time, I was home alone. My parents were out for the evening, and my sister was staying over a friendís. I was sitting in the living room watching TV, when out the corner of my eye I saw something move. I should tell you from where I was sitting I could see into the bathroom and straight out the bathroom window to the backyard.
I turned to look, and I saw what looked like a skull, up close to the window, moving toward the back door area. Now for it to be that close to the window it would have to have been walking in the flowerbed. It would also, have had to walk over the cellar door. I was terrified. I closed my eyes and stayed in that chair all night. I did not move a single muscle.
Another time, I had finally gotten my own room. It is a mirror image of our old room. After having moved into it, I felt a presence. Outside my window there was a 12 inch wide flower garden, then the driveway, which is about 5 feet wide. Next to the driveway was the woodpile.
Sitting on top of the woodpile was a huge, white-colored apparition. It had long limbs and glowing red eyes. It was staring in at me. I tore my gaze away from it, after what seemed forever to me, and hid under the covers until morning. My mother found me like that, under the sheet and coverlet. She wondered how I could breathe under there.
I best stop now. I will write more about my home later.
Edited by MacCionoadha' Bean-Sidhe, 03 January 2007 - 05:10 PM.