Haunted memories

Seeing as today is Halloween, I thought I'd share an early childhood memory. I have a quite a few memories from before the time I was 4 years old - perhaps they are easier for me to remember because I emigrated (along with my parents) from Great Britain to Canada - so it serves as a sort of demarcation point.

This one goes back to when I was around two years old or so. I don't remember my sister (who was born a few months after I was two), so that is why I think I was two, but hey! I could have been three years old for all I know. Anyhow ...

I remember waking up and going to one of the bedrooms in the house. Seated on the edge of a bed was a young women with long raven hair. Her face was buried in her hands, crying plaintively. I approached, seeking to see what was the matter. When I got close, she looked up at me. Her face was old and twisted, her eyes burned with fire, long taloned fingers shot forward grabbing my pajama top , while she screamed, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

I screamed. I tried to run ran. She held tight to my pajama. By some miracle I was able to break free and run downstairs to my mother in the kitchen.

It is a very strong memory. Sometimes I want to believe it was a dream or an illusion. I remember talking with my mother about this event years later and she said that she never liked the house, she always thought it was haunted.

Image was grabbed from here.

Comments

What a scary thing to remember!

Here's wishing you a Happy Halloween, Richard. :)
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Oh wow this is really freaky. Hope it's just a bad dream....
Richard said…
It is a pretty cool memory (and creepy too).

I am convinced it was real.

Since I reject the reality of paranormal experiences - my only rationalization is that it was a nightmare I experienced as a child. But, that little part of my brain which knows if I'm a lyin' or a truthin', knows I'm a truthin'.

It is a weird experience to know something is true, yet have the rational part of me tell me I must be wrong.
carra said…
That is a rather horrible thing to experience Richard, I had similar experiences that I try to ignore but sometimes they are just a little bit too real...

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