When I was around 9 years old my parents moved us into a green house in Kearns, Utah. This house would be the center of my parents divorce and a lot of tension. This house always seemed strange to me, there always seemed to be something there, I would hear footsteps in the middle of the night, they would go from walking softly to running at full speed. I know I didn't imagine this because my brother could hear them as well, as much as we fought he has always backed me up on these crazy experiences. This is also the house that I saw the reptilian like eye staring back at me through my parent's bathroom cupboard.
But more on point, my brothers and I always fought for possession over toys, it was all we had so we fought over it like there was no tomorrow. If we caught each other in one of our rooms a full on punching war would break out and end up in either a spanking or a lecture. Quite honestly... Best of times, we still laugh about it now!
It started just after we moved into the house. I would wake up to the sounds of things being moved around in my room so when I turned over to find the source of the noise, I saw a little boy playing with the toys in my room only he had no physical substance. I could see through him, he emanated a soft white light around him. But the thing being a boy automatically made me assume it was my brother so I yelled at him to get out of my room and he just looked at me with wide eyes knowing he had been caught and ran into my closet. Yes, my closet. This infuriated me more so I jumped out of bed and yelled my brother's name and told him to get out of my room. When there was no response I walked into my closet and he wasn't there.
Confused, I thought maybe he had snuck by me somehow even though it would be pretty much impossible since I was between the door and the closet. So I marched my happy butt to his room ready for a midnight brawl and there he was, sleeping. I thought for sure that he was faking it so I shoved him awake and demanded an answer as to why he was in my room. He told me he was not in my room and that he had been sleeping the whole time. Of course me being the big sister I totally did not believe him and decided to wait for the fight the next morning.
That same night my brother came into my room demanding to know why I was in his room playing with his stuff. I, quite irritated for being woke up, told him to stop being stupid and told him I wasn't in his room other than to ask why he came into mine.
So we sat down and went over everything that had happened that night. Apparently he saw a girl in his room with a white glow surrounding her playing with his stuff and she then disappeared into his closet. We had both witnessed the same thing that night but it was somehow different. I don't know much about astral projection but in a way maybe our astral selves decided to irritate each other.
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