2 Girls and a House
In the late 70's, Ilived in a house outside Chicago with my family. My sister wasmuch older, so I often played alone.
I was sitting on my front porch one day, when I was 3 or 4, andsaw two little girls with short black curly hair in pigtails, andwhite dresses playing on the front lawn of the house across fromme. They were running around with these ribbon type things thatfloated 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 withthe 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 livedin, the corner house had dark arched windows, painted whitebrick, and was rather grand. It had a bigger lot. I never saw thefamily leave or arrive in a car.
We moved to the suburbs when I was 5, I returned with agirlfriend when I was 18. We were stuck on the expressway, and Ithought, to kill some time and get out of traffic, I would checkout 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. Thegrasssy open lot confused me. I saw a postal carrier deliveringmail, and asked him how long he had been working in the area. Hesaid, "15 years, why do you ask?" I explained that Iused to live on that corner, but the corner house across from mewas gone! Did they bulldoze it? He looked at me like I was reallyconfused. "Sorry," he said, "there was never ahouse 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 stylehouse way out of character for my neighborhood right out my frontdoor every day. I know I saw two little girls running in dressesin their vast front yard, playing with flying ribbons. I know themother stared right at me, with half a smile. on more than a fewoccasions. They say that the alpha brain waves posessed bychildren allow them to see things others can't. I was a smartchild, 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 thatI imagined it all! If this has happened to anyone else, let meknow...