OTHERPLANE

One night when I was about 4 years old, we were visiting my grandmother, in St. Louis, my mom was putting me to bed. Whenever we visited my grandmother I always had a weird feeling about the house, I know some spirits lived there and I've had several chance meetings with them. Once, my brother and I were in my dad's old room and he had an Aztec mask hanging on the wall. The mask suddenly moved its mouth as if LAUGHING at us.

Anyway, on the night that my mom was putting me to bed, she picked me up over her shoulder and carried me down the seemingly endless hallway to the guest room. Suddenly, something began to materialize... a transparent "Spiderman-like character". I call him "Spiderman" because of the costume that had a strong resemblance to the comic character. The spirit followed us to the attic stairs, he gave me a sad look and then floated up through the ceiling. To this day, I still remember that night.