Aris Dragonborn
First Post
I remember one incident that happened when I was five.
Now, at this age, I had a habit of sleeping with the covers over my head. Well, one morning (I think it was Saturday), I woke up but didn't get out of bed right away. I just lay in bed, trying to go back to sleep (and FYI, I have never been a morning person). I heard the bedroom door open, and someone (my mom, I thought) trying to walk quietly across the floor. They lifted the edge of my blanket up, probably trying to see if I was awake. So I pretended to be asleep, thinking to fool my mom.
I felt the blanket being lowered, then the soft footsteps receding, then the door closing. I waited another five minutes, then got up and walked into the living room. I smiled at my mom, and told her that I had 'got' her, that I wasn't really asleep when she came in to check on me. She looked at me, confused, and told me that she hadn't come in to check on me. I told her what had happened, and she told me I must have dreamed it.
Fast-forward about 14 years. My family had moved out of that house, but my parents still owned it and were letting my sister Shelley live there until it was sold (it was also a great place to game, as it had lots of room). I was upstairs, making sure that I hadn't forgotten anything, and two of my friends were with me. After a while, one of my friends, Ray, said he was going downstairs to get something to drink. I and my other friend Josh, heard him start downstairs, then stop. After a few minutes, when Ray didn't continue, Josh and I went to check on him.
He was sitting on the landing, sheet-white (no joke) and shaking badly. We asked what was wrong, and he said that he saw a ghost - a little boy, dressed like one of the pioneers, standing on the lower stair-case. His throat had been slashed.
One thing that needs to be mentioned: The house that I grew up in was one of the first houses built on the Long Beach Peninsula when it was settled (a long time ago).
Draw your own conclusions.
As for UFO's, I believe that I have seen two, though I was by myself at the time, and so have no way to prove it. And I think I've seen bigfoot, but it was long ago, and I have never been sure if it was a dream or not.
I am prone to vivid dreams (as most of us are, I think. That's what happens when you're the creative type), and I've had some dreams that had me going "Wow!", and some nightmares that have left me shaking so badly and so terrified that I could neither move or fall asleep again.
Now, at this age, I had a habit of sleeping with the covers over my head. Well, one morning (I think it was Saturday), I woke up but didn't get out of bed right away. I just lay in bed, trying to go back to sleep (and FYI, I have never been a morning person). I heard the bedroom door open, and someone (my mom, I thought) trying to walk quietly across the floor. They lifted the edge of my blanket up, probably trying to see if I was awake. So I pretended to be asleep, thinking to fool my mom.
I felt the blanket being lowered, then the soft footsteps receding, then the door closing. I waited another five minutes, then got up and walked into the living room. I smiled at my mom, and told her that I had 'got' her, that I wasn't really asleep when she came in to check on me. She looked at me, confused, and told me that she hadn't come in to check on me. I told her what had happened, and she told me I must have dreamed it.
Fast-forward about 14 years. My family had moved out of that house, but my parents still owned it and were letting my sister Shelley live there until it was sold (it was also a great place to game, as it had lots of room). I was upstairs, making sure that I hadn't forgotten anything, and two of my friends were with me. After a while, one of my friends, Ray, said he was going downstairs to get something to drink. I and my other friend Josh, heard him start downstairs, then stop. After a few minutes, when Ray didn't continue, Josh and I went to check on him.
He was sitting on the landing, sheet-white (no joke) and shaking badly. We asked what was wrong, and he said that he saw a ghost - a little boy, dressed like one of the pioneers, standing on the lower stair-case. His throat had been slashed.
One thing that needs to be mentioned: The house that I grew up in was one of the first houses built on the Long Beach Peninsula when it was settled (a long time ago).
Draw your own conclusions.
As for UFO's, I believe that I have seen two, though I was by myself at the time, and so have no way to prove it. And I think I've seen bigfoot, but it was long ago, and I have never been sure if it was a dream or not.
I am prone to vivid dreams (as most of us are, I think. That's what happens when you're the creative type), and I've had some dreams that had me going "Wow!", and some nightmares that have left me shaking so badly and so terrified that I could neither move or fall asleep again.