Some time ago I submitted a story detailing what I believed to be my first encounter with the paranormal. However, recently I was told of an earlier experience, though I must admit I do not have any memory of the event. Again, because the information comes second-hand, I can only relate what I was told. I leave it to you, the audience, to decide what to make of this.
A few months ago at a family gathering, a few of my closer relatives and I began to relate stories of the latest paranormal experiences we'd had. After exchanging a few stories, my cousin brought up an instance in which, as a child, I'd seen a clown through my bedroom window at night. My mother corrected him, though with a palpable seriousness and hesitation. She said that I had not seen a clown, but something far worse.
First, a bit of background. This took place in the duplex which my parents and I had moved into while I was still an infant. Essentially since we moved in, strange things would happen. Stereos would turn on by themselves, even when disconnected. Often times we'd go out, and upon returning the television in the bedroom would be switched on to a static channel, with the volume blaring. There was also always a sense of unease or tension; I never felt completely comfortable in that duplex. Even the street it was on seemed to be bewitched.
In any case, the event in question happened when I was about two, on an evening like any other. My father would work in the evenings, so my mother and I would stay home, order pizza, and watch television. On this particular evening, my mother and I were in the kitchen where I would sometimes pull together a couple of chairs and sleep while she did laundry or washed dishes.
I decided I wanted to play with my toys, so I went down the hallway and into the bedroom. I didn't bother to turn on the lights because I wasn't afraid of the dark, and knew exactly where I left my toys. As I turned into the bedroom and went to get my toys, I saw something that horrified me and screamed. My mother ran in, scared that someone was trying to get in. She looked out the window and didn't see anyone. She asked me what I had seen, but I didn't respond.
A few days later, my mother understandably bothered, asked me again what I had seen. Again, I didn't respond. She asked if I could draw what I had seen, and I said yes. So she gathered a pencil and some paper and handed it to me. She said I drew a figure with a large head that tapered toward the chin and large slanted eyes. I believe that my mother was more terrified than I was at that point.
After that, my mother said I was terrified of the dark. Again, I must admit, I don't remember any of this. I suppose it's possible I repressed this memory, but that's just conjecture at this point. I've looked into methods to recall memories, but I'm not sure that it would be prudent to drudge up this event, if it did in fact occur.