Board Thread:Speculation House/@comment-71.84.15.225-20150807131522/@comment-4010415-20150910124944

I remember living in a teeny tiny house 'cause my parents were super poor at the time. We moved to a better, nicer house when I was around 5 or so. I remember because I was living in the nicer house when I started elementary school.

Anyway, my only memories in the tiny house are... Actually, I just realized I accidentally lied about the earliest clear memory I have there. The earliest one was a dream I had. Basically, my memories in that house are

1. A still image memory of seeing my friend and her older sister standing in the doorway to my bedroom. I barely remember my friend's face, and I don't remember her sister's face. I don't even remember anything about her sister, since they ended up separated when my friend and I were really young.

2. A really short "clip" (best way I can describe it) of the cat I grew up with, Dudley, leaping across the coffee table to snatch a piece of turkey lunch meat from one of my parents. Lol, man. He loved turkey lunch meat.

3. I remember seeing a Chuckie commercial, though I only really remember his face. After that, I demanded that my parents get rid of all the baby dolls they'd bought me because I was terrified they would become Chuckie.

4. I had a dream that took place in the bathroom of that house. There was an adult drawing a bath for a naked toddler. I didn't see the adult's face, since my point of view was at the height of the toddler. The toddler turned around and ran off, aaand it was definitely a boy. The thought "That's me" entered my head, and when I woke up, I was like "That's weird. That wasn't me." (Understandable that I recognized I didn't have that stuff down there, y'know? Since I'm a girl.)

5. I remember that I used to have nightmares a lot in that house, and every time I did, I did what any other child would do: I went to my parents' room and slept in their bed, especially since I didn't have nightmares when sleeping with them. One night, I had a dream that ghosts in old timey clothing were slow dancing around my room, which was a scary dream for a 3 or 4-year-old. When I woke up, I got out of bed and headed into the living room on my way to my parents' room. Of course, I had a night light in my room, so the living room was darker.

While my eyes adjusted, I felt my way along and still felt around after they adjusted to make sure I wouldn't bump into anything. I went to put my hand down on the coffee table, but what I touched was not the table. It was cold. Next thing I knew, I had fingers locked between mine, and I raised my hand up and looked, and all I could see was a hand holding onto my hand, palm-to-palm. So, I started panicking and waved my hand around in the air - no resistance. It really was just a hand. So, I panicked even more, and for some reason, the first thought that came to my head was to shake my hand as hard as I could, and it worked, so I ran to my parents' room.

My father was awake, and he quietly called me over, hugged me tight, and let me crawl in bed with him and my mother. That night, while sleeping in their bed, I had a nightmare that a pack of disembodied hands chased us out of our house.

That is the clearest memory I have in that house, and I was only about 3 or 4.