Good Evening from the Underground Bunker. It's November 20, 2011 at 0016 hrs here in Upstate New York. Today I decided to take a ride down to NYC with the old man. It seems like every time I go down there I feel like I caught a cold. Is that a mental thing or did I really catch something? I guess I will find out tomorrow...
Have you every had an "Unknown Guest" show up at a function or event and you asked yourself "who is that?" or "who knows this person and where is he/she from?". This feeling of vulnerability is somewhat...well annoying right? Well this is a true story that I am going to write about tonight.
It was some years ago when I was a child maybe 10-12 years old when I was still living in Queens with my family. My dad, brother and I were watching T.V. in the living room. Now let me explain the floor plan of our old house. Basically the first floor had a "rail road" style layout. As you walked in the front door we had a small foyer then you walk straight into the living room and then into the dining room and the last room was the kitchen. We had a staircase in the dinning room that lead to the bedrooms upstairs. We can see the staircase while sitting on the sofa in the living room. Now that the layout has been described listen to what changed my life.
One night my father, brother and I were watching T.V. in the living room. My mom was not in the living room with us at the time. As we were watching T.V. we noticed that the light in my brothers room was on. We could tell it was on because the dinning room was dark and the light from the bedroom reflected off the staircase wall almost all the way down the staircase. My father told one of us to go upstairs and turn it off and as we sat there bickering about the light and who was the last one in the room and who's fault it was, we all looked up at the staircase. In that moment all three of us saw a shadow walk slowly into the room. In that moment I felt relief that I did not have to go upstairs and interrupt my T.V. show so I yelled "Hey Ma!..turn off the light in the room!" and I could hear a faint response comming from the distance "I'm in the basement washing clothes!". My father, brother and I just sat there looking at each other and did not say a word for a few seconds until I broke the silence and asked the question "did you guys see that?" And they both answered "yes!" and this was all that was said for quite some time. The silence seemed like an eternity until my mom came upstairs from the basement.
Still to this day I remember that evening like it was yesterday. I can close my eyes and see that shadow. It changed my perspective on life and what happens after it forever. Good night everyone and stay safe out there!!
Have you every had an "Unknown Guest" show up at a function or event and you asked yourself "who is that?" or "who knows this person and where is he/she from?". This feeling of vulnerability is somewhat...well annoying right? Well this is a true story that I am going to write about tonight.
It was some years ago when I was a child maybe 10-12 years old when I was still living in Queens with my family. My dad, brother and I were watching T.V. in the living room. Now let me explain the floor plan of our old house. Basically the first floor had a "rail road" style layout. As you walked in the front door we had a small foyer then you walk straight into the living room and then into the dining room and the last room was the kitchen. We had a staircase in the dinning room that lead to the bedrooms upstairs. We can see the staircase while sitting on the sofa in the living room. Now that the layout has been described listen to what changed my life.
One night my father, brother and I were watching T.V. in the living room. My mom was not in the living room with us at the time. As we were watching T.V. we noticed that the light in my brothers room was on. We could tell it was on because the dinning room was dark and the light from the bedroom reflected off the staircase wall almost all the way down the staircase. My father told one of us to go upstairs and turn it off and as we sat there bickering about the light and who was the last one in the room and who's fault it was, we all looked up at the staircase. In that moment all three of us saw a shadow walk slowly into the room. In that moment I felt relief that I did not have to go upstairs and interrupt my T.V. show so I yelled "Hey Ma!..turn off the light in the room!" and I could hear a faint response comming from the distance "I'm in the basement washing clothes!". My father, brother and I just sat there looking at each other and did not say a word for a few seconds until I broke the silence and asked the question "did you guys see that?" And they both answered "yes!" and this was all that was said for quite some time. The silence seemed like an eternity until my mom came upstairs from the basement.
Still to this day I remember that evening like it was yesterday. I can close my eyes and see that shadow. It changed my perspective on life and what happens after it forever. Good night everyone and stay safe out there!!
