FROM:      Beth
DATE:       Mon, 7 Jun 2004 00:36:47 EDT 
TO:           Webmaster
SUBJECT: Unusual Happenings 

I was born in Wilmington, NC in 1946, and at about age three I went with a neighbor and friend named Bobby for a walk after supper one night. My Mom and Bobby's Mom were friends and Bobby, even though he was older by two to three years, liked to come and visit and take me with him when he went to play. I was a tomboy and could do about everything he could do so I was not a hindrance to him. It was about 6:00 in the evening and was still daylight.

Suddenly it was no longer light out, it was pitch black night time and we were at a Church and did not know how we had got there nor where we were. I "knew" I was not supposed to look up into the sky because I had been told this. The exact words were "Do not look up into the night sky." I did not know who had told me this but I knew it was not Bobby. Even though I had been told this, I of course wanted to look up so badly that I finally did anyway. All I saw was stars. It was easier to see stars then because street lights were few and far between. 

Suddenly my Mom and Bobby's show up in the car as they had been looking everywhere for us and when they found us it was at 9:00 PM. They found us about a mile from where we lived. My Mom was so glad to find me that I did not get into trouble but the next day Bobby's Mom came to our house to apologize to my Mom for Bobby keeping me out so late. She said she had asked Bobby what had happened and why he had kept me out so late and she said that Bobby had never lied to her before but he had told her some "crazy story" and she had whipped him and sent him to bed.

I do now know what he told her as she never said and he never told me. Maybe he thought I knew. I have no memory of what happened those three hours that we were gone. I just know the message that I was left with and did not understand.

When I was about four or five I was awakened early one morning by a "voice" calling me by name and telling me to get up and hurry into the living room which I did, and there hovering between floor and ceiling was a large pink bubble. I could see through it. I could see the wall and a chair and the front door "through" it. I knew that I was "wanted" as this feeling was one of the strongest that I had ever had. The bubble had no door nor steps up to it and no seat in it but I was trying to find out a way to get into it. I kept trying to figure out how to get into it because "they" wanted me and I wanted to go with them and knew I had to find a way.

About this time my Mom shows up because as I was going into the living room I had to pass my parent's bedroom and my Mom saw me and got up to see where I was going and if I was all right. I became aware of her in there with me but my number one priority was to get into the bubble so I did not pay much attention to her.

The funny thing is she thought I was sleepwalking as she did not see the bubble at all and yet it was still there as I could still see it. I do not know why she could not see it because it was there. She tried to get me to go back to bed and put her hands on my shoulder to guide me back to my bedroom but I was pulling against her but she was finally able to lead me back to bed and I went to sleep. (This was not a dream as I can still see it in my mind and it is as vivid to me now as it was then and I am 58 now.)

When I was about five or six a young girl who was younger than me be a couple of years was visiting me. I wanted to take her to see the mule that was in a field that was not too far from the apartment complex where I lived. Houses at that time were spaced very far apart, not close together like they are now. There was a mule that I used like to go and visit and pull up clumps of grass on my side of the fence for him. I would pull up clumps of grass with the dirt still hanging off the other end of it. He would take it from me and shake it and rub it against a fence post to get the dirt off and then eat the grass. While we were there one day a very bright white light appeared in the sky not too far from the ground. The light was so bright that it almost hurt our eyes. It was brighter than the light of day and it was a sunny day.

It made the field where the mule was very white. The white light became lower and lower until it seemed to be just a few feet off the ground. I remember my friend and I staring at the light and the next thing I remember is we are walking up to the apartment complex where I lived. I had no memory of leaving the mule nor walking to the apartment. I remember thinking how strange it was to not remember leaving the mule at all. I do not know what the other girl was thinking as we never talked about what had happened. It was all very strange.

It was while I was living in Wilmington that I somehow acquired a weird looking mark on the side of my right knee. It was a deep scooped out area that I had no memory of what happened to it. I still have it to this day only it is not as deep as at first. It still looks odd, though.

After we moved from Wilmington, NC to Charlotte, NC things began to happen at a faster rate. We moved when I was eight, into a nice brick duplex, in a nice neighborhood. Whatever knew I was in Wilmington, must also have known I had moved to Charlotte.

Not long after we moved there, I had to have a nightlight on in my bedroom at night. I felt safer, but did not know from what? Not long after that, I became afraid of my closet but only at night. I did not know why I was doing what I did nightly but every night, I would check my closet door to be sure that it was closed and would not open. I did not know why I was doing this as when I was in Wilmington, I never had any fears of my closet, but here was a different story.

I would close the closet door so that the latch clicked, and I was unable to pull the door open by pulling on the door knob. I did not trust doing that though as I would still stand there and pull on the door knob to be sure that it would not come open in any way on its own. So each time I would get up to go to the bathroom, I would check the door to be sure it was still closed and would not come open.

On occasion, it would be open a few inches or more when I was sure it had been closed as I had checked and rechecked it. If this happened, and I knew I had checked it and it was firmly closed and I had to get up and go to the bathroom, I would not move until it was daylight. If I could not hold it until daylight, I would be so petrified to move, that I would wet the bed rather than get up with the door open just a few inches. I would be in the bed rigid with fear. As soon as it was daylight, I could move again and I was O.K.

I never remember anything happening to me that had anything to do with my closet, but my fear of it lasted for months.