To: phoenix0468
13 posted on
01/07/2005 9:26:01 PM PST by
snarkytart
("Damn the broccoli, damn you, and damn the Wright brothers."-Stewie Griffin)
To: snarkytart
Ok, here goes.
I was ten years old and sick as a dog with the flue. My family had gone to the school to watch a concert that my other two brothers were playing in, so I was home alone. This was 1978 and in rural Oklahoma. About 10 p.m. I was watching television laying on my couch, with all the lights in the house out. All of a sudden someone walked in front of the television set, and sat down in the chair next to me. I was startled and sat up. When I did, I saw that it was a young boy about my age. At that time I saw a movement in my peripheral vision. I looked to my left and a young girl of about six sat down on the couch. The young girl just stared at the television, but the boy was mouthing something that I couldn't hear. The even stranger thing was, the volume of the television was muted too. Like I had suddenly become deaf.
I never told anyone about that night for a long time until about two years later. I was awakened by my brother making noise in the bathroom across the hall from our bedroom. I looked up and saw "him" standing in the hall (not my brother, the boy from the last sighting). I couldn't really believe what I was seeing, so I told my brother that if he was done in the bathroom to shut off the light. The boy walked away, and to my utter amazement my brother leaned over into the doorway and told me to go back to sleep. I asked him if he saw the boy in the hall and he looked at me like I was crazy.
I remembered that a girl from my school lived in the house when she was a little girl. I went to her and asked her if she had ever seen anything weird in the house. What she told me scared my pants off. She told me that she used to ask her mother for snacks for her "friends". Her mother would laugh it off as a child's imagination. Well, according to her either her mother or father saw something in the house that scared them enough to move out immediately. She was told never to tell anyone about her "friends". I asked who they were. She said that the house used to be a horse riding stable before they moved in. Apparently two kids, a boy of ten and a girl of six, were riding a horse together. As often happens in Oklahoma, a flash thunderstorm blew in and a clap of thunder startled their horse. Now we live just up a hill from a creek that has the potential to flash flood in an instant in storms such as this, and that's exactly what happened. The kids were thrown from their horse into the creek. Both were eventually found upstream some days later.
Other strange things have happened in the house that I could mention, but I'll leave that for another post.
Hope you liked that one. It is a true story.
23 posted on
01/07/2005 9:42:42 PM PST by
phoenix0468
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