"I'm a scientist; I don't believe in anything." -
Michael Persinger
My name is Insanislupus and I have experienced strange
things. Why not go over them in more detail?
We had a massive house growing up; it’s the one I’m living
in now. Sure, it’s not as massive now that I’m an adult, but large rooms and 12
foot ceilings were something to be envious of when you’re from a working class
background. I had good parents, Dad’s drinking aside, and I was close to my
older sister, who was only a year and a half older than me. Once she started
kindergarten, I was without her for half the day, or about 4 hours. Since we
played by ourselves in our upstairs front bedroom, that meant I had to do that
by myself now. I remember braving it, going up those long, turning stairs all
by myself. We had large windows, so they let plenty of light in. Back then, you
didn’t have the awesome assortment of toys the kids did on TV commercials. You
had a GI Joe and a Transformer and plenty of knockoff toys you got at the grocery
store, or the flea market, but they all played well together. One of my
favorite things was laying them out in a semi-circle in front of me. They
didn’t have much order in them, just randomly laid across the carpet. I had
these two planes, small, made of plastic, about the size of a quarter, years
before Micro-Machines came out. I remember picking them out when my grandmother
took me shopping with her, but I can’t tell you much more about them aside from
one being red and one being blue. They were cool, because they were so small.
That made them hard to capture in my mind. In a scenario where they were taking
on a GI Joe for whatever reason, he was able to take out the blue one. The red
one, however, was better, faster, and I’m sure I made cool noises to go with
its imaginary attack on him. But GI Joes were good guys and they always one.
The red plane was shot out of the air, where it dropped and landed at the
soldier’s feet. When that battle was over, I set them to the side in the start
of what normally became a large pile. Then it was on to the next battle for the
day.
This is probably the first time I suspected my house was
haunted, but at that age (3 and a half, almost 4) you don’t have much besides
Casper to base your hauntings on. Playing with new toys from the collection, I
remember something non-threateningly landing on my head and then bouncing off
and landing in front of me. It was the red plane, the same one that was
supposed to be in the pile to my side. I remember not taking much time to process
what happened. Instead, I stood up and took off running down the stairs. I’m
thankful for having any memories from such a long time ago and at such a young
age, but I don’t remember anything after that. I couldn’t tell you what I did
once I hit the bottom of those stairs. Had I said something to my parents, they
would have shot it down like they did until I was a teenager.
Hear about the haunted hallway in the next episode.