As promised in my last page, this is the story of my first sighting. I apologize, this will be slightly lengthy. I was born in Phoenix, and lived there until I was about eight. We lived in a big house with a grapefruit orchard in the back, a main floor, and an upper level. The uppder level had a landing that jutted out over the kitchen and held our TV and a day bed.
Well, while I lived back home, I was always sick. At this current point in time, I was dealing with a stomach flu that lasted for about two months. During this time, my mother had also just given birth to my brother, and this all happened around the time of the 9/11 attacks on the WTC. When my mom brought him home, we were all scared of what would happen to a big city like Phoenix should more attacks happen, so paranoia didn't help what was about to happen.
Two days after 9/11 I got the medication I needed and had to sleep on the day bed until I was well. The first night I was there, I had no incident. Woke up the next day nausious, sat and watched Thundercats, played with my Barbie, couldn't hold anything in my stomach. Usual kid illness stuff. Then nightfall came. At about midnight, my mom had to go downstairs to get some formula for my brother, who wouldn't be quiet and was making having the flu worse. After taking him downstairs I heard her put him in his playpen and he began to quiet, playing with a dinosaur he had. I heard mom open the fridge and heard her clash around getting the formula. I then also heard her drop the bottle and a blood curtling scream errupted from the kitchen.
My father, hearing this, jumped out of bed and ran downstairs while I crawled over the the ledge to look down. Right before my dad got down there, I saw a blonde woman in a white shirt that was too big and white socks staring at my younger brother and screaming at the top of her lungs. My brother then screamed himself and began to cry. When she saw my dad running towards her, she ran out the screen door (which we kept locked but open), and vanished. Or rather, through it. My dad stopped in his tracks and my mom picked up my brother and came back upstairs to see if I was alright.
Skip forward a month without incident. I was feeling better, and sleeping in my own room that was connected to my parent's by a Jack-and-Jill bathroom. Sitting in there with my mom it was dark and we were watching a movie, my brother asleep and my dad at work. In the middle of the movie, the glass doors that opened to a patio outside my parent's bedroom slammed open, one of them breaking. It was raining and windy that night, but it wasn't THAT windy. Outside, under the patio, she began wailing again. Running out, I looked down to see her glaring up at me, her eyes hollow and her mouth gaping, like she was going to suck the whole house into her mouth. I screamed and ran inside, calling my dad to come home that instant, that the door was broken and it was back. Looking outide again despite my fear, I saw her walking backwards towards the orchard. Soon she wasn't visible through the rain.
That night, we spent the remainder at my aunt's, my dad returning to work and my cousin taking me to get ice cream so I wouldn't shake as much and would tell her what happened. Afterwards I had her take me home to get some clothes and my pills, and I kept seeing the blonde out the window in the orchard, sometimes with her mouth still gaping, others under a grapefruit tree doing what looked like sobbing into her hands. I rushed myself and grabbed clean and dirty clothes alike, along with my Barbie and a stuffed animal, asking my cousin to wash them when we got to my aunt's. I refused to go home the remainder of my illness, so I stayed with my cousin and aunt until then.
Part 2 ofher antics will come soon. And they get much, much worse.