Location: The Duplex
My mother had just fallen asleep as my eyes showed no sign of getting heavy. At the time my mother and father had a waterbed, which I later busted. I laid with eyes open and mind open to anything, my mind a crystal clear ball that had not been tainted by the fucking I received by all of life thus far. I could see anything at the time, I knew so much, now I know so little. I watched down the hall of the duplex, the light burning at the end from the glows of the television where my dad nestled half the night. I just looked down the hall hoping my eyes would grow heavy and shut like heavy lead. I thought of how my dad always told me to count sheep and that would make me fall asleep. At the time I knew that did not work because I was restless and nothing could put me to sleep, and nothing did that night after what I saw.
I continued watching, staring at the faint white dot starting at the end of the hallway, growing. The dot grew and grew until it went from the shape of an orb to a full grown figure. When it was full size and completely grown, it made it's way slowly down the hall, towards me. I watched in horror and gazed down the hollow eyes of the figure. The figure was white, but oddly shaped in no particular pattern. The face was black with hollow eyes. The ears dangled like sheep ears and the nose looked like the nose of a camel. It had a sheep head. I let out not one cry of fear, but a million cries inside that I didn't want the figure to hear. It came closer and closer until I couldn't take it anymore, I rolled over on my other side hoping that would make it go away, only to find another figure just like it standing in the corner on the other side of the room, standing right beside my mother. I was rattled and afraid but mindful of what it was trying to tell me. The sheep like figure stood there pointing, just pointing. Beside it appeared a television on a rolling stand. The television was a normal sized television with no particular significance until the television turned on. Something significant played on the screen and the figure just continued standing pointing for me to watch the screen. The screen was playing something I cannot recall to this day, but I do know that it was trying to tell me something. The significance of the video playing is one I am unsure of, but scared of due to the uncertainty of it's importance. I grew from curious to terrified again, so I buried my head in my pillow. When I buried my head I continued seeing the image of the figure in my mind just like when you see a bright light after you have stared at it for a while in your mind, then it suddenly fades away. I waited a few minutes until I turned around on my other side again facing the hall. When I turned thinking it was gone I was rattled again and found the figure coming down the hall, only feet away. The whole time I had looked at the television, the other figure was continuing it's way to me down the hall. I didn't know what it would do to me, so I closed my eyes, got up out of bed and ran down the hall right through it into the den where my dad was nestled. I ran to him and didn't say a word, only cuddled up to him in comfort and stayed with him until he went to bed. Later on in my life, after a disregard to the event, realizing is was a product of my imagination, I overheard my parents talking. I overheard them talking about these two men who were doctors and committed suicide together after a stint of depression. I then started thinking about the reality of this particular event and wondered if the two figures were these two men, trying to tell me something they knew that would be significant in my life or significant in general. I have been frightened by this unknown source and unknown information and sometimes wish I knew what was being played on the television, but other times I realize I am better off not knowing. I wonder if my imagination was just at work, or if this event was as real as the sun. I will never know, but one thing for sure is I still get chills thinking about it and one day I could just have another particular event such as this, only next time I will have learned to pay more attention. Put it this way, I have never had the desire to count sheep at any point in my life after that event, to fall asleep to. I only wonder if those two unfortunate men ever got there rest, maybe, maybe not, I can never tell.
