A Smile That Said, “I Was Looking For You…”

May 2, 2011

I still, to this day, do not know what the fuck happened. I swear to you I was awake the whole time and experienced it in full consciousness. However, I want to attribute it to dreaming but dammit to hell, I know I was awake…

I was just a boy, perhaps 9 or 10 years old. My twin size bed lay in the corner of the room just down the hall from my parents bedroom. Next to my bed, opposite the wall, was a window facing the backyard. This window had blinds, then wood-framed windows, then a screen, and finally burglar bars. It wasn’t the best of neighborhoods, nor was it the worst.

One night, for no reason at all, I just woke up in the middle of the night. I saw movement at the window, a shadow. Suddenly a face appeared through the window. It was my fathers face. The same father that was supposed to be sleeping down the hall, and yet it wasn’t. He didn’t just break his face through the glass…it was through the glass…as if he was immaterial though he looked solid as life itself. He wore a black beanie and had his facial hair styled just like my fathers. He looked around the room and turned to his right…to find me there, wide-eyed and freaked the fuck out. When he saw me, it was that look that he had found exactly who he had been looking for. He walked through the fucking…let me re-iterate, he WALKED through.the fucking.window! He stepped through at which point I noticed he had a maroon long sleeved sweater and black pants.

It was what you would imagine a 70’s movie burglar to look like. He looked at me and gave me a very calm smile, a smile that said, “I’m was looking for you…” It wasn’t malicious, wasn’t friendly either, just a look of fact. The way a doctor tells you, “Everything’s going to be fine.”

He takes a step towards me and I scream bloody fucking murder, “DAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!”

This guy turns into, for lack of a better term, a stream of mist and like smoke streams into my white blanket. The blanket blew up into the air a bit like a wind gusting underneath and settled back down. Once it settled back down the white blanket…glowed. It glowed with a magnificent and glorious brightness that didn’t touch the walls or the room…it just glowed hardly an inch but it was so bright and well…beautiful. It felt like something happened to me. As soon as I felt…something my father had run down the hall to my room in his usual garb, white socks and whitey tighties. This had all happened in mere moments.

So my father comes into the room and looks around quickly, finds that everything is okay except that his son is sitting straight up in his bed wide-eyed and freaked out. He assumed I had just had a nightmare and thats why I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t talk because I don’t know what the fuck happened. He rubs my head a little bit and goads me back to lay down. I lay down, relaxed, and VERY fucking confused. My father kisses my forehead and says goodnight. As soon as the sounds of his footsteps disappear back into his bedroom, my blanket blows back up again and the stream of mist shoots back out into the middle of my bedroom.

There he stood, the same man mimicking my father but in a different wardrobe. The fucked up thing about this was that this time he had a different look on his face…a smirk. A smirk that said, “I came what I needed to do, good luck kid. You’re gonna be alright, everything’s going to be okay.”

And with that he walked back out through the window and vanished.

edit: this was just the first that popped into my head, I have a ton more of fucked up things thats happened but that was one of my earlier ones. I’ve had other strange things happen throughout my life but of this one…I’m still confused as to what the fuck really happened.

This particular memory was blocked for approximately seven years. The morning after this event happened I vaguely remember having a nightmare of sorts but I had my breakfast and went on my day and my life until one day, on vacation in Colorado, the full blast of the memory hit me. I cried for two days angry as to why something like this could ever happen to a ten year old boy…

At the same house as my earlier story, there was a gap between my bed and my brothers bed on the opposite wall in the corner. There was a small nightstand under the window that held my alarm clock but that was it.

Sleeping soundly, I abruptly woke up to a pressure wrapping around my neck strangling me. I remember my eyes bulging and barely able to breathe let alone scream. I dug into my neck to unlock whatever this pressure was around my neck that was squeezing the life out of me. I remember thrashing left and right under my blankets working them off of me as I was looking over to my little brothers sleeping form across the room. I wanted to scream, to yell, to call for help from him, my parents, anyone.

After what had seemed an eternity (mere seconds) my eyes started to get tunnel vision, I knew I was about to lose consciousness, maybe even die. A thought formed in my head, maybe if I can roll off the bed and hit the floor my brother can wake up from the noise and help me.

Still clawing on my neck, slowly losing consciousness, I rolled off my bed and…

…I never fell. I rolled back and forth in the air over the gap between our beds in front of the window. I thrashed as I did on my bed in the air, level with my bed. Somehow I made it back to my bed and I was getting weaker from the lack of oxygen to my brain…

The single thought that passed through my mind before I hit the point of no return, just as every muscle had given out was, “…god…”

Not as in God, not as in “holy shit”, just-I don’t know really-just a knowledge of something-something out there that could possibly help as I was slipping into unconsciousness.

And with that thought the pressure around my neck dissipated. I choked in air but with all my strength gone I only laid there and fell into a deep sleep.

As I said earlier, the next morning I remembered nothing. Not until seven years later did the experience somehow come out, at a very random moment mind you, and I was left bawling as a baby for two days straight.

I still don’t know what the fuck all that was about let alone why a little boy would have to go through something like that. But those two events were the most insane during my childhood. The things I’ve experienced in my adult life were just as strange, I even had one where both my father and I experienced…something. But yeah, fucked up shit.

– Posted by Howlinghound;  Reddit.


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