Post by museisjoy on Aug 20, 2007 20:04:05 GMT -5
This is a true story from the 1980's that took place in a one bedroom apartment that I lived in by myself on a bottom floor...needless to say, after this incident...I moved!
True Story
Long time ago, I came home one day, to my
tucked away apartment in the bottom of a maze.
Exhuasted, I lay down to rest on my spread of white,
slipped away into a deep sleep, I think?
My eye's fluttered & shuttered, my arm I could not
feel!
From skewed vision, I saw dropplets of blood begin to fall
across that white spread.
Beyond my control an energy stole my body to rise, and
I'm standing alone at the foot of my bed.
As hard as I tried I could not waken myself from this dread!
A dresser was there with a mirror I knew, but a face appeared,
distorted, withered, hair of gray hue, shouldered and
shadowed by hollowed eye's.
Like a catapult I was shot into the sky, spinning and falling,
'til I thought I would die.
My body jerked as I hit the bed, fully awake, but chilled to the
bone.
I got up and walked weakly into the hall where it felt warm.
Mind reeling I went to pee, wondering was it real or just a dream?
I moved through the warm rooms and then stepped back into that
space where it had all taken place.
So help me God! it stung! like freezing rain, a cold tomb, that room
ramained.
True Story
Long time ago, I came home one day, to my
tucked away apartment in the bottom of a maze.
Exhuasted, I lay down to rest on my spread of white,
slipped away into a deep sleep, I think?
My eye's fluttered & shuttered, my arm I could not
feel!
From skewed vision, I saw dropplets of blood begin to fall
across that white spread.
Beyond my control an energy stole my body to rise, and
I'm standing alone at the foot of my bed.
As hard as I tried I could not waken myself from this dread!
A dresser was there with a mirror I knew, but a face appeared,
distorted, withered, hair of gray hue, shouldered and
shadowed by hollowed eye's.
Like a catapult I was shot into the sky, spinning and falling,
'til I thought I would die.
My body jerked as I hit the bed, fully awake, but chilled to the
bone.
I got up and walked weakly into the hall where it felt warm.
Mind reeling I went to pee, wondering was it real or just a dream?
I moved through the warm rooms and then stepped back into that
space where it had all taken place.
So help me God! it stung! like freezing rain, a cold tomb, that room
ramained.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
