Thread: An obsession begins

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When I was around four, I lived in a small community called Freetown with my parents and two older siblings. Our home was on the edge of a cluster of houses, likely around twelve to twenty of them. There was a marsh and a river a short distance away. About a hundred feet away there was a small gas station. The owner claimed he had once seen a UFO, but I don't believe anyone ever took him seriously about that.

Anyways, on to it. One night I woke up, and I was scared. Of what I was scared, or if there was even anything to be scared of, I do not recall. I got out of bed and started creeping up the hall. My room was down the hall from my parent's. I'm not sure if it was at the end of the hall, or just partway down. I do know their bedroom was at the beginning of the hall, opposite the landing where you reached the top of the stairs. I reached that spot, hung onto the staircase, and starting calling for my mother.

Something that I find troubling is the thought there should be more for me to remember. You know when you are trying to think of someone's name, or what show it is on which you've seen a certain actor? It's on the tip of your tongue, but you can't quite get it. What I feel is something like that. It is like there is an important memory right at my fingertips, but I can't quite grasp it.

What I do recall is that after I called for my mother once or twice, I suddenly had a sensation like I was being violently shoved, and I fell backwards down the stairs. I think I flew down about a quarter of the way before I actually landed on them, then I rolled the rest of the way down before slamming onto the furnace grate at the bottom.

The rest of it is fairly hazy. I started crying loudly, and within moments my dad was there picking me up. I have the vague impression I might have gone to the hospital, but I'm not sure.

That incident right there is likely what began my fascination with the bizarre and unexplained. Many times over the next fifteen or so years, I got the feeling that something was not right, or that I was being watched. On some occassions, I would think I saw something or someone out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned to look, there was nothing there. Of course, that could easily be explained as the product of an overactive imagination.

Around the time I reached my twenties these experiences gradually decreased. Nowadays I occassionally have a feeling of unease, but that's about it, with the exception of a place I will post about on Saturday.

the youg often are more in tune or aware of supernatural forces.

That sounds eerie, alright. In fact it reminds me of the incidents of "missing time" and missing memories reported by people who claim to have been alien abductees. Have you asked your parents anything about what they remember from that night? Did you in fact go to the hospital?