Rictras Shard
Ghoul
Professional lunatic
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Post by Rictras Shard on Jul 2, 2015 18:25:14 GMT -4
One of my earliest memories is, of course, an eerie one. I was three, maybe four, years old. My family lived in a two-story house next to lake in a tiny community called Freetown. My bedroom was at the back of the house.
One night I woke up, and for some reason, I was scared. I got out of bed and wandered through the dark to the front of the house where my parent's bedroom and the top of the stairs were located. Just as I called out to my mother, I felt something against my chest, as if I was being pushed. Unfortunately, I was past the rail, so there was nothing between me and the steps. My fall down to the first floor seemed to last for a long time. Finally I reached the bottom and hit my head against the metal furnace grate. I started crying hysterically, and moments later my parents were at my side. That is where the memory fades.
About a year or two later something similar happened, but the results were nowhere near as dramatic. By this time my parents were divorced. I lived with my mother in an apartment in Charlottetown, my province's capital. Again I woke during the night, and again I was scared for no apparent reason. I went to the hallway beside my mother's bedroom and crouched down, leaning against the wall. There I stayed until it began to get light out. I then finally felt safe enough to go back to bed.
As far as I recall, nothing like this has happened since then.
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