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| The Indian Woman |
| When I was four years old, we took our first trip to Walt Disney World in Florida. It was a very long drive down so we stopped at my mother's friend's house in Georgia on our way there. Her son Jason who was five at the time slept in his own bedroom and his sister Andrea who was only two at the time slept in the room with her mom and dad. I was to sleep in Jason's room with him, but no one said anything about what had been going on in there until it was too late. Apparently, while Jason slept every night, an old Indian woman would come and stand at the end of his bed and stare at him. He went and told his mom and dad about it several times, but they always told him he was just dreaming or something and either he'd sleep in their room floor with them because he was too scared to go back to his room or he'd just go back to his room and try to go back to sleep. On the night's he'd go back to his own room is when the problems began. The woman came into his mom and dad's room and his mom woke up and saw her. She led her outside along the road and up into the forested trails of the mountains near their house. Michelle (Jason's mom) was in a daze when she realized where she was and what had happened....stunned at the fact she had walked so far from home, she turned round and the woman was gone, so she walked back to their house and cleaned her feet and went back to bed. Never saying a word to her husband or the children about what had happened...until it started happening to Jason. Michelle and her husband Ronald would wake up in the mornings and Jason would be nowhere around. The old lady had started leading Jason away from the house and up the trails of the mountains in their back yard. The night I slept in Jason's bed in his room, I was awoke by him crying. I looked over and the lady was standing there at the foot of the bed, she simply turned and walked out of the room. I looked over at Jason, and there was much to my poor little four year old horror, what seemed to be gallons of blood covering the bed, my pajamas, and Jason's face and clothes. I screamed and my mom and dad came into the room. My dad immediately picked me up out of the bed and then Michelle and Ronald came running into the room. Michelle was shocked at the condition of myself and Jason, and she just kind of stood there with her hand to her mouth. Ronald however, came over and scooped Jason up out of the bed and we all ran into the living room. We both took baths to get the blood off of us and then Jason and I were put to bed on the couch and chair in the living rooms after we were cleaned up. Our parents didn't go back to bed however. They stayed just off the bedroom in the dining room and kitchen and went ahead and started cooking breakfast. I think to this day that is why I hate the smell of pancake syrup so much, but in any event, they fixed breakfast and were sitting at the dining room table which from my spot now in the floor next to Jason on the couch I could see Ronald sitting and smoking and drinking coffee with my dad. They were whispering about something I didn't know what, but both of their faces looked so stern and sincere that I figured it was some "grown up stuff" so I sat up and turned the TV on and they told me where I could find Sesame Street on the local stations so I watched that and played with some toys that were in the living room next to the TV. Jason got up a little while later, but for the rest of our stay we were NOT to go into his bedroom for anything. Our moms and dads would go in there to get whatever we needed. Before we left for our drive on to Florida and Disney World, we went in there to get the last of my things. My mom and dad and I...and the bed was still coated in a pool of dried blood. ALL OVER the white fitted sheet a huge round circle covering almost the entire middle area of the bed. I was (much) later in life told about the old woman incidents and that apparently after we left, Jason started having massive "nosebleeds" but they couldn't figure out why. Jason, as an adult these many years later, has now murdered someone and is serving a life sentence in jail. |