Wednesday, April 8, 2009

I don't really remember my first paranormal experience. it's just one of those things that's just always been there, in the background. Seeing people and things that no one else can, feeling things no one else feels... that's just part of how i grew up. If i have to pin point my first concrete memory of what i could sense and what others couldn't, it would have to be the blue doll.

Nichole and I lived with our parents in an apartment building in Ralston, a suburb of Omaha (which has since been swallowed up whole). I remember playing in our bedroom with this pretty hand made blue doll. I played with it all afternoon, put it up on a shelf, but when I came back into the room a moment later, it was gone. My mother had couldn't help me find it, because she'd never given me or even seen the doll. Kind of a lot of weirdness for a 5 year old to process.


ps. sorry this is so short today, but it's late (for me) and I need to go to sleep


Nancy J. Parra said...


My son used to play with an imaginary friend he called, "Boo."

A few years later my 3 year old nephew was looking under a kitchen chair when I asked what he saw he said..."somebody."
"What's their name?"


Nichole R. Bennett said...

Just for the record, I didn't steal your blue doll! ;)

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