Hearing stories from my mom, and hearing my little brother screaming for me when he was scared, they were all things that I was used to. I saw shadows and heard whispers, you know the usual. Well I felt bad for my younger brother, because first of all my family is Native American, and he was little so him being innocent and having grown up in a spiritual family, it just didn't mix right. We were living on the reservation and things weren't going good between my mom and dad. All the drunken fights and everything. So finally came the end of the two of them and they got a divorce. So we packed up our things, and waited for my grandma, auntie and uncle to come get us. They had to travel all the way from Colorado to North Dakota then come all the way back. Well it was a long trip.
It didn't help that I was having dreams about my dad, and him foaming at the mouth. Because he had gotten addicted to meth and cocaine when my mom and him were together. In my dream he kept saying "I'm sorry I'm sorry, I never wanted to leave you." I had that dream a lot, and of course with me being only 10 at the time, I didn't really understand what it all meant.
Then reality had set in. When we finally got here to Colorado, we had our things unpacked and things were cozy. So that night me and my brother were watching family guy in my uncle's closet (which was his bed at the time. Yea I know right? Weird) Well he was sleeping and me I was struggling to keep my eyes open.
Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw this white shadow and it resembled a Tall man that looked like the size of my dad, and it cautiously made its way in the room then stopped in the middle of the room... Then it turned its head and looked at me. Now I wasn't as scared as I thought I would be. I just grabbed my blankie and hauled my little butt out of that room. I went where my mom was. She was all "so, you saw him to huh?"
That night when I went to sleep, I had the same dream, except this time he was saying "I got to look at you one last time, before I go." Which I think makes sense, because I am his first born. But I haven't heard from him since 2007 so it makes me wonder if my dreams were trying to tell me something? I have no idea. Well thanks for reading