Some might say i’m schizophrenic… Or something of the sort.. I hear and see things that others do not but I’ve learned to live with them. Sometimes I talk to them, and they don’t always speak aloud but more send feelings back of their response.

As a kid, I used to be afraid of the people who would listen to music in my room very loudly. It was like a ball room with people dressed in fancy clothing, talking and dancing to the live classical band. At first they did not know I could see them, then one night they noticed me watching them speak to each other. First one, then the rest of them all quickly after turned to look at me watching them. The classical music players slowly came to a complete dead silent stop. Those last notes literally took my breath away. At that moment, everyone was looking RIGHT in my eyes. I could not move and the people, they were coming closer. I couldn’t scream, i’d open my mouth and try to but nothing would ever come out. I couldn’t even close my eyes. All I could do was give up. I was paralyzed in place as these people creatures came close to me, almost as if they were rubbing their faces on mine and pushing me into the ground. They were so heavy, it felt like they were crushing me and it was hard to breathe.

This would happen a couple times a week… Over time, I wouldn’t cry. It would just happen. It was not a r***, they never even physically touch me. It’s almost as if they put a field around me that just doesn’t let me do anything but experience what they want. Nobody else could see them. And nobody really has had an experience like this if I tell them.. Nobody except my brother.

He experienced it differently though. They would let him scream, kept his eyes open, but they did not restrain him. I think they would try to turn him on himself and he’d try to fight them, get them away, but you can’t touch them so it’s pointless. Worse, you can’t wake either of us up from their trance until they decide to let go.

Now that i’m older I still continue to see more of these people around. Not nearly as clearly as i’d like but they’re there. Sometimes, they scare me, other times they are like a child being a pest, and other times, they’re just passing through.

Sometimes I wish I could find someone else who could relate to these faces and what i’m talking about.