2 Girls and a House
In the late 70's, I lived in a house outside Chicago with my family. My sister was much older, so I often played alone.
I was sitting on my front porch one day, when I was 3 or 4, and saw two little girls with short black curly hair in pigtails, and white dresses playing on the front lawn of the house across from me. They were running around with these ribbon type things that floated in the air. I thought it would be fun to play with them, they looked so happy. I knew I couldn't ever cross the street, too dangerous and not allowed.
I asked my Mom in passing a few times top please let me play with the girls across the street, to which she automatically responded "no" or said she didn't know what I was talking about.
Their house was unlike the cookie cutter frame houses we lived in, the corner house had dark arched windows, painted white brick, and was rather grand. It had a bigger lot. I never saw the family leave or arrive in a car.
We moved to the suburbs when I was 5, I returned with a girlfriend when I was 18. We were stuck on the expressway, and I thought, to kill some time and get out of traffic, I would check out my old house.
Wasn't I surprised, new paint, the whole block looked different, brighter. And, the old house across the street was not there. The grasssy open lot confused me. I saw a postal carrier delivering mail, and asked him how long he had been working in the area. He said, "15 years, why do you ask?" I explained that I used to live on that corner, but the corner house across from me was gone! Did they bulldoze it? He looked at me like I was really confused. "Sorry," he said, "there was never a house on that corner, not as long as I have delivered mail here, or even before that.
This is not the scariest story. But I know I saw a Spanish style house way out of character for my neighborhood right out my front door every day. I know I saw two little girls running in dresses in their vast front yard, playing with flying ribbons. I know the mother stared right at me, with half a smile. on more than a few occasions. They say that the alpha brain waves posessed by children allow them to see things others can't. I was a smart child, my Mom placed me in school at three and a half years old. I don't know if it's harder to believe I saw what I did, or that I imagined it all! If this has happened to anyone else, let me know...