I'm not Crazy I SWEAR!!!
okay this is a odd journal entry. It all started when i was in Germany, I was about 4, 5, or 6 i don't remember what age, living there in some apartment building with my mom and dad. Now before I go on, I must make it clear to everyone that I was not asleep, dreaming, or having any sort of day dream, and my imagination is not that good. But I'm going to sound like a nut.
Okay...When I was in my room I just got up off of my bed just woke up, and I started to play with some toys I left on the floor. I looked under my bed and I saw...this man...he was a well...Native American holding a hatchet under my bed! He looked really scared and he was laying on the floor with a hatchet raised like he was going to hurt me. He kinda looked in his early twenties, long hair, and hald naked. I screamed, not loud, and then I looked under there again and well...he was gone. o.o...I told my mom and she said that I was dreaming. But I knew/know how to differenciate when I am dreaming and when I am awake. I even told myself that I was awake so I can remember when I was older...WTF!
The second time that it happened it was in the middle of the day. We had this tv stand that had shelves under it, and one of those selves had a really big space on top of it. So one day I walk into the living room and I see the same guy I saw before in that space with a look on his face like 'Wtf...i'm gonna kill you' and he still had that hatchet. I blinked and he was gone. o.O I don't remember if I told my mom or not, but after the second time I told myself that if I see it again that I'll keep my eyes open as long as I can and maybe try to get close to it. But of course I never saw it/him again. -_-...
Now for something weird. *not to say the previous was any better* I was outside of the building playing with all of the neighbor kids. I had this telephone. You know, those plastic telephones with the red reciever with the holes pluged up. i think it was fisher price. o.o...Well like all kids do I played with the phone. I said "hello." and then...I got an answer back. oO I don't exactly remember what was said to me. I just remember hearing it clearly coming out of the reciever like a real phone, and all of a sudden it had holes. Of course I blink the phone goes back to normal. I kept saying "hello. hello. HELLO!" into the phone. I didn't get an answer back, but that was weird. o.o.......
So Now everyone thinks I'm crazy huh? These incidents are things that come in and out of my mememory. I forget, then something will trigger it. I guess I did a good job of burning these things into my memory. o.o....i don't get it at all.I think these incidents are why i'm so interested in the paranormal now. hmm...maybe.
The moral of the story. NEVER GO TO GERMANY!!
Okay...When I was in my room I just got up off of my bed just woke up, and I started to play with some toys I left on the floor. I looked under my bed and I saw...this man...he was a well...Native American holding a hatchet under my bed! He looked really scared and he was laying on the floor with a hatchet raised like he was going to hurt me. He kinda looked in his early twenties, long hair, and hald naked. I screamed, not loud, and then I looked under there again and well...he was gone. o.o...I told my mom and she said that I was dreaming. But I knew/know how to differenciate when I am dreaming and when I am awake. I even told myself that I was awake so I can remember when I was older...WTF!
The second time that it happened it was in the middle of the day. We had this tv stand that had shelves under it, and one of those selves had a really big space on top of it. So one day I walk into the living room and I see the same guy I saw before in that space with a look on his face like 'Wtf...i'm gonna kill you' and he still had that hatchet. I blinked and he was gone. o.O I don't remember if I told my mom or not, but after the second time I told myself that if I see it again that I'll keep my eyes open as long as I can and maybe try to get close to it. But of course I never saw it/him again. -_-...
Now for something weird. *not to say the previous was any better* I was outside of the building playing with all of the neighbor kids. I had this telephone. You know, those plastic telephones with the red reciever with the holes pluged up. i think it was fisher price. o.o...Well like all kids do I played with the phone. I said "hello." and then...I got an answer back. oO I don't exactly remember what was said to me. I just remember hearing it clearly coming out of the reciever like a real phone, and all of a sudden it had holes. Of course I blink the phone goes back to normal. I kept saying "hello. hello. HELLO!" into the phone. I didn't get an answer back, but that was weird. o.o.......
So Now everyone thinks I'm crazy huh? These incidents are things that come in and out of my mememory. I forget, then something will trigger it. I guess I did a good job of burning these things into my memory. o.o....i don't get it at all.I think these incidents are why i'm so interested in the paranormal now. hmm...maybe.
The moral of the story. NEVER GO TO GERMANY!!