By: Elizabeth B. (meowysmiles) - + 29 more
Date Submitted: 12/21/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Short Stories & Anthologies
Words: 375
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As a youth I recall being told our family was different but not thinking much of it just tried to fit in as much as possible,funny really never did,just kept trying.Mom and grandma played "games" of dice with their "mind" as they could concentrate and flip it without touching the silly thing and I would spy on them.Plus each of them always had a "kitchen witch" and plenty of "spell books and other strange things".So I thought they were weird.I asked often what happened to my grandmother's sister and found out she died of "unknown" causes.
So time passed and I had to wonder what of all this did pass on to me.The strange that I had was would be in my dreams I would see something then a day or even a week or month could pass and that would happen.Sometimes I saw it as a warning,and sometimes as a window as something yet to come.Sometimes nothing happened at all.I had no way of controlling this and sometimes it was ugly and I wanted it off.Then worst of all was when I would be walking by a car,see smoke from the engine,course no one else does and then you feel nuts,you feel the engine and it is hot,so I reported it to the driver who of course thought I was a loony but later had car trouble and smoke from his engine and then was looking for me.Then there was the time we were in this house which was strong of something which I could not explain but I told my husband I was being drawn to the bedroom wall.Then I told someone to get a ladder to the attic window outside and climb through.We later found out there was at one time a stairway exactly where I was in that bedroom and a girl had died in that attic.
I often ask myself how many other people are out there with things like this happening.I know I am not alone.I beleive people just don't talk about it for fear of being thought strange,but is it really or are they just the other side,where we are all going eventually ourselves? I ask myself these questions all the time when I ponder the unknown??

The Eclectic Pen - Pondering The Unknown~

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