How I Discovered My Gifts
The first paranormal encounter that I can remember with absolute clarity occurred when I was about 5 years old. I only know my approximate age because my Mom and Dad talked about this event many times. I remember my side of it, and I am seeing it through my eyes even as I tell it here.
It was after dark and there was a full moon. I hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Tears were on my cheeks because I was in trouble with Mom as usual and I had been thinking that I would never be good. I had been looking at my attic-angled ceiling in the dark and the full moon was casting light around the room. And then I noticed movement near my window.
I looked up at the window and at first I didn’t think it was anything but the big old oak tree that grew right outside my 2nd story room.
Dang, I was just little! I looked closer and saw a silhouette partly showing. It looked like my Dad standing with his back to the window, facing my bed. About half of his body was within the moonlit window.
“Daddy?” I had asked. No answer. That scared me right then and there. “Daddy?” Still no answer. I remember starting to shake. Something was wrong! My Dad wouldn’t just stand there without saying a word! Or a sound. Would he?
No!
“Daddy… is that you?” No sound, no real movement. There was just enough movement to make it seem like a man was standing there. I sat up. “Daddy?”
“Dad dy – why won’t you say ssssomething?”
I reached a hand out, slowly… but I really didn’t want to touch it.
It was an ice zone as my fingers neared the figure, getting colder the closer I got. My courage failed……… and I yanked my hand back.
“Daddy… Daddy! Say something!” Nothing.
I scooted my rear as far back as I could to the little headboard.
“Daddy! …. Mommmmmmmie! Mommie Mommie……..” I remember screaming as loud as I could for either of my Real parents to come get me!
I wanted to look away! I wanted to get out of bed and run but it could have gotten to me before I could get to the doorway on the other side of the room. I heard someone coming up the steps fast but I would not look away from the man standing by the window. He was slowly shaking his head and his hands were probably crossed in front of him but I couldn’t exactly see them. I heard the footfalls running up the hallway to my room. I kept my eyes glued on him and the moment before my room light went on, he disappeared. My Dad had switched on the light near the door. I threw my arms around Dad’s neck the second he reached me. The tears continued for a long time while Pop held me.
I heard all the usual explanations… the tree’s shadow… a bad dream… just my imagination. I knew what I saw. I still know what I saw.
Nevertheless, I was very afraid to go back to bed in the dark.
That was only the first contact. Only the beginning.
© 2008 Marlaine Marie Floyd
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