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Tuesday, January 26, 2016
The White Figure Sat in the Moonlight ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny
Email: gloriapaintsat@yahoo.com
Facebook.com/grannygee
A younger Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I woke up to a sound in the night. My heart was thumping in my chest. I jumped straight up from my bed ... I was so afraid!
I tipped quietly around the bed. As I did, I could see the moonlight shining through the thin curtains on the windows. I crept to the door ... looked up the long hallway ... froze ... felt as if I would faint!
In the kitchen ... I saw moonlight pouring into the window onto something white ... sitting at the kitchen chair! I began screaming! I kept screaming ... I was trapped ... no way out of the bedroom ... only the hallway.
The white figure rose tall from the chair. I felt my head lift into the air trying to breathe. I was going to faint ... the white figure began to speak to me. I couldn't understand the words.
I held my arms out to ward off the figure as it began walking down the hall toward me. I couldn't scream anymore ... I knew I was going to die. I backed up until I felt my legs touch the bed.
I prayed 'oh, please God, help me!' I thought I heard laughter ... I tried to hear it again. My head, my ears ... I tried to quiet the screams inside my head to listen. I had closed my eyes to die ... I didn't want to see what was surely coming.
I hear laughter again from the figure as it neared me. I began getting my breath ... it sounded familiar! The voice was my husband's voice! He was laughing so hard that he couldn't speak to tell me everything was all right.
The vision of the white figure sitting in the moonlight in the kitchen chair ... stays in my mind. I was so afraid that night when I thought I would surely die.
Author's Note:
This is a true story that happened many years ago when I was a young girl. I knew I was going to die that night. It left quite an impression on me. The white was the tee shirt he had on ...
Photo/story owned, written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.
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I bet that was scary. I can just see you now while Skip was doing that to you. I bet he was hiding so he could see your reaction. Love, Ms. Nancy
ReplyDeletelol At least it was explained. I would have probably passed out.
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