It seems so funny when I first think about the memories coming back in dreams.
Never really thought any of it was real other than some sparse odd imaginings...then things began to happen that could not be explained, nor stopped....Terrible things, strange things... Things that made no sense and there was not anyone to tell...And I still do not understand it all.. Not one bit at all...
Seems so funny now when I think back on the day I opened the diary I found in that abandoned house with the old womans shoes...the house fell in a few years later...everyone said the house was haunted by her ghost..but that's an old wives tale...when I first went in I was sure they were right until I realized the funny noises were just the pidgeons cooing in the eaves...
Why anyone would write to a diary and tell no one even their dreams is beyond me...I think it was the loss of her family...somewhere I still have the diary..it is very odd and strange and sometimes incomprehensible... But it did disturb me a great deal because I do not understand it..but it is probably just dreams...dreams can become pretty intense for someone who has isolated themselves from the rest of the world for whatever reasons brought them to that point...that is what I think it was...but let us take a look at her story and you tell me what you think.
When I was a little girl I can remember running running so fast I thought I could fly...and I heard a voice say to me "Jump." So I jumped and I felt like someone lifted me up into the air like I was flying...and as I flew through the air with that jump I looked down and underneath my feet as I flew through the air was a snake...a big huge rattle snake larger than any I had ever seen...so I ran to the swings and stayed in the swings until I was sure it had slithered away. When my mother called me I told her I was too afraid to come in because I had jumped over a rattle snake...she came out with a stick hitting at the grass on her way out to get me..and went out the next day to get a mousing and ratting snake so the snakes in the woods near by would know there were no mice in the area because they would smell the cat... Were lots of mice back then in the area around us and snakes in the dried up creek bed out back...use to rain and fill it up...
I can remember the first thing I saw when I was little was looking up into a stained glass window of the Maddona holding her child..that is all I can remember for a long long time...
Still think it was an angel...seemed like a really dark angel to me..because I can remember that some of the sun seemed to be blocked out when I jumped...maybe it was just my shadow when I was jumping...
Then a few years later when we had moved away from out in the farm land areas into the city I was out riding my bicycle and I heard someone say very urgently to me "Get out of the street." So I swerved my bicycle quickly in between two parked cars and just as I fell over on the grass a car came zooming by. Had I been in the street I would have been hit....
You might think I have been blessed but a blessing would have been to be bitten as a child or hit by the car if it had meant it would have ended my life...why even just yesterday...
The pages after that begin to get a bit worn and moldy from having sat in the house for so many years after she passed away..so I will have to decipher what is written here and come back to write it...