The house I grew up in, where my parents still live, has
three levels. The bottom level consists of a large den, a
bathroom, and a study, where my mom has her computer. On
the middle level is a kitchen with a screened porch off
the back, and a living room. The top level consists of
three bedrooms, a hall and a bathroom. My brother is ten
years older than me, and was still living at home when
what I am about to relate to you occurred.
This took place in August of 1988, when I was 14 years
old. It gets hot here in August, and even with air
conditioning, the heat would rise to the top level of our
house, and it would be too hot to sleep up there. If my
brother got too hot, he would take his pillow downstairs
to the living and sleep the rest of the night on the
floor, in front of the air conditioning vent. When I was
about 12 years-old, I started doing this too.
On this particular night, I woke up about 3 am, and it was
so stuffy in my room I couldn't go back to sleep. So I
grabbed my pillow and headed for the vent downstairs. My
mom always left a florescent light over the kitchen sink
on at night, and it wasn't totally pitch dark, so I didn't
turn on any lights. A minute later I was making myself
comfortable on the floor in front of my favorite vent,
which was beside my dad's recliner on the far side of the
living room.
I was just about to drift off to sleep, when I had the
strong sensation that I was being watched. So I opened my
eyes, and right in front of my face was a small white
face, staring down at me. I sat up, and saw that the
entire room was full of little people. They were all
solid white, but not transparent, and none of them was
over about 3 feet tall. Several of them were climbing all
over the sofa, and one of them was standing in front of
the TV, staring into the dark screen. There were at least
10 or 12 of them in all. When I sat up I had startled the
one who was in my face, and it jumped up and started
backing away from me. At this point, the others realized
that I was awake, and they all took off running down the
stairs toward the den.
Surprisingly enough, I wasn't really frightened. I had
more of a feeling that the beings were mischievous, rather
than evil, and you can imagine how curious I was. I
jumped up myself, and went to the head of the stairs that
led down to the den, where I turned on the light. Of
course, there was nothing there. My first thought was to
follow them downstairs, but then an uneasy feeling kept me
from doing so. I turned around and went back up to my
room, where I closed the door and slept for the rest of
the night.
The neighborhood where my parents' house is was a large
farm years ago. We think their house must be close to
where the farmhouse was, because the old well is in their
back yard. It wasn't unusual back then for people to have
large families, and the survival rate of the children was
not that great. I am convinced that these little beings
came from out of the past somehow, to see what had
happened to their home.
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