Ok ok ok. STORY TIME PETE!!!!!
When I was little I used to have these things my family dubbed as "Imaginations". They were like day dreams. Wide awake and I'd see something and FREAK OUT.
The main one I can remember:
We lived at my grampas house and I had my own room. I was sitting on the bed, and the next thing I know there is this man figure. He's transparentish... kinda foggy and gray-like, but still transparent. Almost like a thin cloud. I watched in horror as he slowly walked across the other end of the room with this gun in his hand (also clould-like). Then when he reached the end of my bed, he quickly spun on his heels and pointed the gun at my head. I started screaming bloody murder and thats all I can remember.
Melissa remembers it too, the incident that is. She didn't see him. But yeah, she remembers hearing me screaming and then my whole family getting up and running to my bedroom. I guess she remembers saying "MALLORY'S HAVING ANOTHER IMAGINATION!!!"
Totally freaky and I hate even thinking about it. His figure was lanky and long...
My parents wouldn't let me watch PG-13 movies until I was at least 13 because I'd still freak out from even the slightest scary things. I don't remember having many more imaginations around that age, but I could really give myself a scare. I still can do that.
This house freaks me out sometimes. One night I was sitting in this room (now the office but used to be my bedroom) and I had my dog Bean (bigger dog) by the edge of my bed and I was reading the Beverly Clearly book "Ribsy" to her. (I know I'm a dork. LOL!) Well anyways, Bean had fallen asleep so I just read to myself. A few minutes later I hear these three knocks on my window. There are two windows in this room. One which was at the end of my bed (which is on the side of the house), and one of the left of my bed (which is on the front of the house). No one could have knocked on those windows! This is the second floor, there are no trees or branches or anything. And I dunno how someone would be able to get up on the roof because its so high. (With a ladder duh, but this wasn't the case.) Well I freeze because thats just what happens when I am terrified. Then I hear it again. Its night time so I can't see a THING out my windows and I just can imagine whats looking in at me, which scares me even more.... Well the dog doesn't hear it, clear as it was, so after I get some guts I quickly walk out my room and stand in my parents door way and ask them if they were just knocking on the wall. They told me no and I told them that something was knocking on my window.... They told me I was crazy. I had my mom come in my room and sit on my bed to hear it... She sat there for 15 minutes I bet and NO KNOCK.
Not too long ago, the lights flashed on and back off again in this room too. I was just sitting here on the computer and POP! on and back off. The dogs saw it and started walkin' around. And it couldn't have been from the switch because I didn't hear it snap up and back down; the switch is tight to move.
Upstairs in my other room (which is the attic) I hear stuff rustling around in the walls all the time. At night when I sleep up there I'm always freaked out because it gets so pitch black and then my closed door will start creaking open. And I'm sure some of you saw my closet door, which isn't very comforting if ya ask me!
I swear something out to get me......
Okay enough of this uber long post.
-Ms.Redd
