First Installment - The First House
I ran across this saying on my witch site...it struck me & I thought I would give it a try.
"Someday you will tell your story of how you overcame what you went through, and it will become someone else's survival guide." Brene Brown
My first memory was when I was 2. It was the house we lived in that was very creepy even to my young mind. I remember talking to beings that no one else heard. I remember seeing beings no one else saw. I remember the family calling me strange and maybe nuts. I have 4 brothers and a sister. I will label my brothers thusly: oldest brother - 10 years older than me will be called T, brother that is 9 years older than me will be called M, my sister will be MF, the abusive brother is 6 years older and I will call him Abuse, and that leaves P - the brother that is 3 years older.
They now say all my memories are false and I never saw or heard anything - they still think I am strange and nuts. However; MF does remember strange happenings in that house - she swears she saw a UFO across the road from the house that hovered over the woods. I remember lights in those woods.
All in all I was an outcast in my family right from the beginning. No one in my family ever tried to understand me - my father once said I had my own language until I was four that no one else could decipher. Maybe that is why I carried on conversations with my stuffed animals - they never yelled at me to speak normal.
I remember being tied to the clothes line pole as my mother hung out laundry. It would not have been such an ordeal if she hadn't tethered me to the same pole as our collie, Champ. He was a big dog in the eyes of a two year old. And he nipped. A good reason I am now a cat person.
MF and I shared a bed and our room was reached by walking through my brothers' room. The upstairs was off limits - I am not sure of why, but there was a lot of noise up there. That was the house I saw the glowing hands floating in the dark that I have written about in the past.
There was an old spring house we used to sit on - was the size of a decent shed. We used to sit up there (MF & P) to escape my Abuse. He was scared to climb - MF boosted P and me onto the roof to escape. We would stay up there for hours. Of course they never knew what I was saying (or that is what they told me).
When I was older and driving I would make the 30 minute trip to drive past that first house. It still would freak me out. It sat there like a malignant force, whispering evil thoughts to me. It is gone now and nothing has replaced it. The area still seems creepy to me even with the house gone. The house stood on land that laid between two lakes, so I am thinking it most likely was tribal land and who knows maybe a sacred piece of land.
Next installment coming soon...
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