thelostamerican
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Re:silence is golden - 2005/03/23 01:18
Hi Kitty!
Nice to see you. True, it would be nice if they would just behave htemselves and have some respect for the living. We do need our beauty sleep. lol.
The little boy was trying to get your attention but you know that already. Just like our kids when they're little waking up scared in the middle of the night and come to Momma's and Papa's bed to ask if they can crawl in and sleep with them. At least my kids did that a lot. They found security being with us in bed. They try to be as quiet as possible so they won't wake us with a start but they have to get our attention. They do this by touching us lightly and whispering to us until we slowly and calmly wake up enough to hear there question, say yes, and then fall we can all quickly fall back asleep. Maybe this little boy was seeking security. Realizing you were not his mother and seeing your fear probably scared him more than you.
On the other hand, there are others. The ones who really like to misbehave. Or worse.
My father was once in the hospital and we kids had to stay at a friend's house of his. As I was sleeping, I became aware of a very deep laughter, a dark heckling, next to my ear. The breath was very warm and moist (which dosen't fit the paranormal at all. Usually one speaks of the coldness). In a half sleep I began wondering about this sound. Then it stopped. I must have dreamed it.
A very large, cold and clammy hand rested on one side of my head and began gently pushing it to one side. Must have been my sister bugging me. We had to share the same bed at this house. So I just let my head flop to the side and it stopped. At last I could fall asleep again, I thought. She's in BIG trouble. I'm gonna tell mom tomorrow how she bugged me. And she's gonna get it!
Then the hand started on the other side of my face. "Leave me alone!" and with that I flopped my head to the other side. Then the laughter started again and my head was tossed between two hands. Back and forth. Back and forth. Not fast, but liesurely. And the more I resisted, the more forceful the tosses became. "This is not ....!" A hand clasped over my mouth.
I shot my eyes open and .....nothing. Every thing stopped. A dark room. My sister slept deeply beside me. Then slowly he appeared in the doorway at the foot of the bed. Black Hair, full hair, dark complexion, strong build and a white suit with a black necktie. I could see the dark rings under his eyes. And when he laughed, I saw menace curve his mouth. I couldn't scream. I froze. Then blank.
The next morning after I woke up, I ran downstairs and asked who had played with my head that night. Nobody had.
I asked again and explained a little more about the head shoving. They all chuckeled and said I had had a wild dream. All but the woman of the house and her mother. While the one chuckeled nervously with the others, the older grandma just stared at me. I went on to explain how he looked and saw the shock in the womans face, and understanding in the grandma's expression. Then abruptly, they changed the subject and charged on without looking back. I was dumbfounded and said no more. But for some reason, that evening we were sleeping in a different home.
I'm over 40. Parts of my childhood I have forced into oblivion because I never want to think about them. Self Induced Partial Amnesia. I willingly did it to survive. But that night has never left me no matter how hard I've tried over the past30 years. Every detail is still there. That visit scared and ... scarred me.
Damn. I need a cigarette.
CYA Kitty! Keep your head up
"I do not claim to be an expert. If I say anything intelligent, it was by pure luck." thelostamerican@helloghost.com 
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