Other than these strange reoccurring dreams (which there is more of, I will share later) There also included a number of physical happenings. For instance to this day on the odd occasion my parents will bring up the "foot" that lived under my bed and would kick me in the head every night..... I would come to them crying with this story and yes it does sound slightly humorous just to picture it but, but, when your child is coming in crying everynight saying something has kicked them in the head./. well lets say just sometimes it would be nice if you were taken more serious when you are young. I do not remember the foot under my bed but it was quite the thing for a bit I guess. What I do remember is very often being scared laying in my bed in that room watching the window curtains move back and fourth like a calm breeze was blowing through and gently disturbing them, there was no calm breeze that flowed through the windows and they were tightly closed and locked. The question though is, is why did I feel scared? I feel now there was at least one good invisible presence at this house and one bad one... Often when things like the curtains were moving I would not feel a sense of calm I feel more threatened, there was an unseen threat at this place but my young mind had no idea of even how to begin questioning what was going on, I just knew I was often scared. I can not remember anything major happening here just so many little things and a few real gems that have always stood out shining through the cracks of the shoddy drawers in the file cabinet known as my mind... One of the oddest stories from this home that I experienced was I was playing in my room, the only window I have in my room faced East it looked out over our large backyard which eventually ended in a water ditch and the highway that ran through town after the ditch, then on to open field... My bed was on the opposite wall of the window, just a single kids bed (no can't remember the sheets :)) At the head of my bed is a wall and then directly to the right beside that is my closet. At the foot of my bed on West wall is my door, on South wall is a standup dresser with four drawers, and on the floor is my red plastic suitcase record player, probably on and my bet is it will be an album of the Troggs playing.... There was a carpet in this room and I want to say it was medium carpet light brown but I may be completely off on that detail. Anyway I was playing on my floor listening to music and I was doing something with marbles, I wish I could remember what I was doing hmm A marble ends up rolling under my bed, I remember it clear as day, it rolled under just at a normal speed... I was just in the process of thinking to retrieve it and all of a sudden it shoots back out from under the bed, like some one/ some thing actually flung it out with force, it came out much faster than it rolled under, it was rolling but travelling with a good speed, it was most certainly sent out by some extra force as a rebound would not increase speed especially when there was no large initial force behind it, the marble fell, and rolled at a proper speed rate under bed, within milliseconds it was shot out back across my room. Very very foggy memories after that, I am sure I ran out of room , Unfortunately I do not remember what happened after that.. If you made it this far have a great night and day and thank you
