Superpowers

I have a lot to say, but I may struggle just a little trying to get it all out. This story is not just hard to explain, but hard for someone with a closed mind to believe. So just hang in there because what I'm about to tell you will have to be broken into more understandable pieces.

Part 1

My life used to be simple. I lived with my mom when I was a young child (my parents were divorced and I barely knew my dad). I loved life, I loved my mommy (what small child doesn't). I was blessed to have two older sisters (who, at the time, picked on me relentlessly) and a younger brother (who was my bestie from birth). We lived in a house where I had my own room and we had a pot-bellied pig named Miss Daisy as our pet. Like I mentioned before, I LOVED my life...until one day something very unexpected happened. The day after we celebrated my brother's 4th birthday my dad showed up. My mom told us we were going to live with him for a while until she finished school.

So at this point I am 5 years old. It tore my whole world to pieces when I figured out my dad and his new wife had no intention of letting us go back to live with our mom. The biggest change for me, though, was being pushed into a religious home where going to church, praying, and reading the Bible was mandatory. It was like everything I loved in my life disappeared and was replaced by suffering (internal and external). My dad and new stepmom were extremely strict and even started making us kids do ALL of the cleaning and cooking. I couldn't help myself, I started to cry myself to sleep at night. I couldn't believe that God (who I had just started learning about at the time) would take away my happy life and replace it with what I viewed as hell. I spent most of my childhood begging him to let me go back with my mom, but it never happened. Was God real? If so, why wut a year of us living with our dad and stemom we moved to a smaller house and I no longer had any space to myself. My stepmom had a son from a previous marriage and was expecting a baby with my dad. Now there were 6 kids in the house. That's around the time when I started seeing things that nobody else could see, but I'll be sure to get to that momentarily.

I started the first grade right before I turned 6 years old. School was really the only outlet I had where I could be myself. When I learned to read it was like I already knew how in a way. I ended up getting way ahead of the kids in my class. I was the "smart one" according to pretty much everyone and this didn't necessarily make my life easy. My siblings started to make fun of me pretty much every day (to the point where they would tell me everyone hates me and even do something to break the rules and then tell the adults I did it). I was constantly being punished for things I didn't do. Punishments included beatings, going hungry, doing an impossible amount of laundry or dishes, and swallowing soap (YES, SWALLOWING). Because of this constant pressure in my life at such a young age and my depressed and anxious mind started being less than helpful...or so I thought.

When it started I was sharing a bunk with my sister. I began having nightmares, which eventually became night terrors.The night terrors were aweful. It felt like I was awake but everything I saw was red. I would see this ugly, scary looking old woman with burns and warts and tiny bits of hair on her head. I was paralyzed completely when this happened (and it happened often). I couldn't move or talk. I would wake up from these instances and my sisters would tell me I was sleeping with my eyes open. One night I accidentally kicked my sister and my stepmom made me start sleeping on the floor. After this happened, I started sleepwalking. My sister actually saw me sleepwalking once and described it as me making a trip through the whole house, turning on every light, opening the front door, putting my foot outside like I was about to step out of the house, closing said door and locking it, and making a return trip through the house and turning the lights back off. What really happened was that I was actually having an extremely vivid nightmare. I remember being scared and wandering into the bathroom and turning on the light. In the bathroom window and all of the mirrors I saw the old hag I had been seeing quite frequently laughing at me and reaching for me. At this moment in my dream my Grandma Suzie appeared in the bathroom with me wearing a black hooded robe. She told me it was ok and that she loved me (the rest of what she said is actually kind of personal so I'll omit what was said). She hugged me and her robe turned white and she disappeared. When she was gone my dream continued. The old woman was still there, and I was still scared so I ran (or at least I was trying to run). I went through each room and turned on all of the lights. When I reached the front door I opened it, but the old woman was right there at the bottom of the steps so instead of stepping outside like the compulsions were telling me to, I stepped back inside, shut and locked the door, and was chased by bats all the way back to my pillow and blanket on the floor. The next day at school I almost fell asleep at my desk (apparently sleepwalking is exhausting) and when I got home from school that day my dad informed me and my brother and sisters that my Grandma Suzie had commited suicide and that we wouldn't be attending the funeral. After this happened it would be a very long time before I would see the old hag again.

To be honest, with how religious my parental figures were they wouldn't have believed this story and I'll explain it with an actual example. About a year after my sleepwalking adventure I had a dream about my younger brother getting in trouble for something and being made to stand on his toes in the corner. The next day it happened just how I saw it. He was wearing the same green and blue stripped T-shirt, standing in the same corner, and even saying the same things that I heard in my dream. I actually was so amazed by it that I made the mistake of telling my stepmom about it and she actually called me a liar and told me that God stopped allowing people to see the future around the time the Book of Revelations was written (as if that was actual provable fact). So I started to disbelieve myself. I continued having dreams like this, but kept it to myself because I didn't want to be called crazy.

So that's just part 1 of the story....and I am 100% certain part 2 will keep getting wierder.

~Sylver~