The Fire Man

This happened to me when I was about 7-years-old, my first other worldly visit. An unpleasant one at that.

I remember doing as my mother had told me before I went to bed. Then, of course, I did go to bed. This night I felt very cold and I awoke from my sleep. I walked across my bedroom floor oh so quietly and took a peek out of my door. I looked into the kitchen and I looked into my neighboring room, my mother and father's room. I could see that my parents were asleep, but I decided I would wake one of them to help me with a late night snack. I could wake neither of my parents to help me unfortunately, as they were completely in a dream status. I stood beside my mom, trying to wake her up but I had no luck. And a few moments after, I felt another cold chill run down my body. I looked around the room because it was as if a person had called for me.

I felt really strange, and something in me shook, but did not get my attention away from hunger. I slowly crept towards the kitchen. The kitchen was fairly lit by some street lights outside, so I just walked on into the kitchen. I stopped because something felt as if I should have watched the oven. So I did. For about three minutes I glared intensely at the oven. Nothing happened. I figured it was safe and I was just playing a trick on myself, scaring myself. I turned to the refrigerator and began looking for my snack. I felt something almost scream into my mind, "Turn around!" I noticed something getting brighter in the dark areas of my view. I felt something becoming warmer. I froze up only for a second, and then I turned around ever so incredibly slow that you would think I was playing some cruel trick on another being. But no, I turned around to see a fiery black, orange, glowing ember of a creature that made a kind of fiery-crackle grunt. I backed up to the fridge, scared to death. Suddenly it reached out to grab at me.

I made a break for the door and ran immediately to my parents' room. I grabbed my mother, shaking her violently. I remember telling her, "Mom! There's a man on fire in there! He's in fire! He wants me!" My mother finally woke from her ever so peaceful slumber and just looked around the room. She said, "Rodney, there's nothing there." I turned around to look back at the kitchen. The air had a nice feel to it, no light was emanating in the area, and there was nothing there that I could see.

My mother forced me back to bed after having a look for herself. I ran to my bed, top notch. I hid under my covers like they would really help me. I didn't sleep for awhile because I felt something in my room with me. I didn't move for the entire night and I only stuck my nose out every so often to get more air to breathe. Sometimes in that house it smelled of something burnt. No one could ever identify the source of the smell, but it was reasonably noticeable. I smelled a more intense burning. I looked out my window from my cover peep-hole. I didn't see anything but a mere shadow move across it. That was enough to send me back under the covers however. Eventually I got so tired during the night that I couldn't help but fall asleep.

When sunrise had began though, I went to tell my mother what had happened. She thought I was playing with her and making up stories. But this is my true, honest, 100 percent truthful story of how I saw my first ethereal being. Of which my family now also refers to as "The Fire Man."