…I had saw two giant red lights about the size of a stop sign each hovering on the side of the road and a giant white semi truck trailer box thing (kinda like a shipping crate) hovering in the air above the road like it was on a semi I couldn’t see but it was horizontal in the road covering both of the lanes on the highway. I slammed on my brakes because I thought we were going to die….
…So by three years old, I was not speaking fluently or with much understanding of others around me. Yet, at three years old I went up to my mom and started telling her about my “old life” as I called it. Very clearly I told her that we were once sisters in my old life. And then I vividly described our family standing on a dirt road by the farm and we were all together. I apparently told her this a few times that year and it stuck in her memories….
…On the way in I had been able to cross a swag that had minimal water but ow as soon as i entered it it was almost over my boots. I decided to go back up on the knoll and take another path that was a little longer but gave me access to the field i wanted to be walking in. When i topped the knoll i decided to look back at the area that the “form” had been standing at,….and it was no longer there….
Wanting to finish the book I was reading, I stayed up until about 12:30am, placing the book on the night-table beside me. When we awoke the next morning to pack up for our drive to Memphis, I noticed the book was missing from where it sat not six hours prior. My partner and I turned the room upside down looking for it. It had not slipped behind the bed, under the bed, or gotten lost in the bedsheets. It had simply vanished.