We won't dwell on the dining room except to say that, at times "It" aggravated people who slept in there, especially if they were overnight guests. There were other minor things that happened over the years, such as hearing a baby cry when there were no babies around. At night you could hear someone ascend the staircase, walk across the upstairs floor and sit down on a bed. When you turned on the light there would be no one there. This happened many times and each time it happened it would scare the fire out of us.
In the summertime you could hear children laughing and playing, when there were no children present or all the children were accounted for. These things I have experienced my own self.
In 1963 or 64 we tore the kitchen, dining room and back porch down and replaced them with a new kitchen, dining room and two bedrooms and a bathroom. An attic type upstairs sit on top the dining and bedrooms. The bedrooms were put where the old dining room was. One on each end with the bath in the middle. The dining room now is where the kitchen used to be and a new kitchen was added to the side. The new upstairs was divided into two bedrooms. The new upstairs was now the girl side and the old upstairs was the boys side. Now that I've got everyone thoroughly confused, I'll continue with the story.
Moving along in time to 1967 or 68 and I'm between thirteen and fourteen years old. I'm sitting in an old armchair we have on the front porch enjoying the sunshine. I'm looking off towards the woodland, not thinking about anything really when I noticed the the air was crackling and my skin felt like low voltage electricity was flowing through me. I shifted my weight and started working my shoulders, hands and fingers trying to get the tingling to stop.
I then heard the sounds of drums and chanting. I look back toward the woodland, which was like a hundred yards away, and saw a black mass coming toward me. As it got closer the drums and chanting got louder. I could now see that the mass looked like five monks side by side, with the tallest one in the center. They seemed to glide on the air in a straight line. As they got closer, the drums and chanting reached an almost deafening level. My eyes were glued to them and I couldn't look away. The closer they got the louder they became and I became terrified but I was literally frozen in fear. My inner voice was telling me to run or die but I couldn't bring myself to move.
When they got within 15 to 20 feet of me, I found myself on my feet with Momma shaking the fool out of me. In a few minutes everything was back to normal. In the few minutes it took, I could see the figures retreating backwards to the woods.
Momma took me in the house to "tend to" me. When I had fully regained my composure she told me, that when she came on the porch I was sitting on the edge of the chair shaking like a leaf. She said I was sweating profusely, with a terrified look on my face. When she grabbed me, I was cold to the touch.
I still don't know what to make of this. Why did I see Monks in Tennessee? Why did I feel like I was close to dying? What would have happened if Momma hadn't of come to my rescue?
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