OTHERPLANE

When I was three I slept in a crib. I wore bars on my feet at night and had to sleep in these white shoes connected to the bars, because I had what was called clubbed feet, when I was born and for years I had to wear these at night. My mother used to pull my bedroom door almost closed. She would leave it open about eight inches or so. One night, my mother pulled my door closed and I got up and stood holding onto the railing of my crib (kind of jumping around with these bars on my feet playing) and I heard a creaking sound. I turned my head in the direction of the noise and I saw my closet door opening. I saw the heads of two old women peaking out of my closet door at me. They both looked at me and then they looked at each other and began speaking in a language I could not understand. Frightened, I hid my eyes and screamed for my mother. She came and looked in the closet of course and saw nothing.

My whole childhood, I lived with three brothers and parents in a big, very old house. I have seen people walk out of one wall of my room, cross the room and walk right through the other wall. My older brother used to scream at night and swear he would wake up and see a 'funny' women looking in his window. We had to sleep wrapped up in our bedclothes at night because something would slowly pull the covers off (I am crying as I am typing this because I am a thirty-nine year old woman and I am just now telling this to someone. I don't know who but I know someone out there is going to read this and relate to me).

Things always happened at night. Someone would come in the middle of the night and sit at the foot of my bed and when I woke up and looked, there would be no one there. I would hide under the covers. Something would run up the steps sometimes. At night before I fell asleep, the street light would shine through my winddow and shine on my wall. I started making shadow images on the wall with my hands and after a while, another pair of hands would join mine on the wall. I played like this at the age of maybe seven or eight. One day it dawned on me to wonder who did the other hands belong to? I became really scared and stopped doing it.

I became interested in the Ouija board at age twelve and a freind and I played with it everyday for a time, meeting entities on it. I messed around and became tormented for a while by angry entities but somehow they left me alone. I have an entity made of white light in the shape of a woman standing at the foot of my bed. It would not go away. I hid under the covers and everytime I looked, it was still there. It was trying to communicate with my mind but I was afraid and wouldn't listen. Then I jumped out of the bed to turn on the light and she raised her arm and backed away as if she were afraid of me.

I have been in a car riding or driving and I see people standing on the side of the road and no one else in the car will see them. I see people's auras. Some are yellow, red or pink or white. I have seen a thing that is tall and wears a black hood. It has brilliant gold embroidery on the edges. My freind was sitting by herself at the agricultural park and I was walking toward her and when I turned the corner, I saw it standing by a tree looking at her. It jumped like I had startled it, turned and looked right in my eyes. I glanced away to see it had been watching her and when I looked back, it was gone.