During the early 70's, when my family lived for a time in Fresno, my mom decided to divorce my dad and moved herself, me and my little sister, Ruth, into government housing, which was not bad. I thought the little semi-detached two-story houses were cute with their wooden floors. When my dad was around, my parents would argue loudly, so I thought it was just as well they were getting a divorce, whatever that was. To my six-year old mind, divorce was what happened to your family when you got to a certain age, like your teeth coming in, at least that's what it seemed like. Once I fell down the stairs, maybe...pushed? But I was very adventurous and was probably practicing my flying. Luckily, I didn't break my neck and was only a little bruised.
Another time, I rolled off my bed and fell onto my metal dollhouse. There were no lawsuits back in those days, so the manufacturers of metal dollhouses were at liberty to produce razor-sharp metal objects for small children to disassemble and play with. But nothing supernatural ever happened that I knew of.
Then, just a few years ago, my mother mentioned "...the ghost your sister used to see in our house in Fresno..." and I soon got the story out my sister. This is what she says happened to her to the best of my recollection.
One moonlit night, she awoke on her little trundle bed next to my big bed. She got up, wearing her itchy, footy-pajamas and toddled down the hall to use the toilet. When she returned, there on the floor was something she had never seen before, nor has she seen since. Something that looked like a clown's head was moving back and forth around the floor. It was slightly larger than a volley-ball and had a 'painted' look, white skin, wide, grimacing reddish lips and huge yellow googly eyes that were rolling around in their sockets. She remembers nothing definite after that, which I have read indicates a possible nightmare in children. She says she may have run to our mom's room and jumped into bed with her, but she's not sure.
"You left me in there with that thing!?!" I asked her. "You were asleep." she answered. I asked her how she felt this experience affected her life. "You become very open-minded about certain things," she said. One thing I know, Ruth was an extremely intelligent child who well knew the difference between make-believe, dreaming and 'reality'.
Thanks for reading, hope it wasn't too long and boring.