My childhood visions (part 3)

When I was three years old, something strange happened in the house I grew up in. It made me wonder about it for years. I even questioned it as a kid through school too. All I know is that it wasn't a dream and it did happen.
There was a room in the house that was downstairs and next to the staircase. It was my grandad's favourite room and it was full of his stuff, wooden cabinets, music, library and comfy chairs. I wasn't allowed to play in there on my own. The lounge room and kitchen were on the other side of the house.
This one time I wandered into my grandad's room because he wasn't home. My nan was in the kitchen and my teenager aunt was upstairs.
As I went inside, I noticed that my grandad's room was entirely different and looked like a great hall. There was a number of people inside and they looked like characters from a fairytale book. (Today I wonder if they looked like people from medieval times).
There was a lady smiling at me. She wore a long dress and a tiara with a wimple covering her hair. I can remember seeing a man nearby who was bearded, long haired and dressed like a king with a big fur cloak. They all smiled at me and the lady spoke to me. She said that I must return to my nan.
I left the room, doing as she asked. I went to find my nan who was still busy in the kitchen. I quickly went back to my grandad's room but all those mysterious people were gone. The room was back to its normal self.

My childhood visions (part 2)

When I was a little kid I used to wake up during the night when it was dark. I often saw people in my bedroom and I didn't know who they were. There was a small light source, a bit like candlelight as it was very low as these people were shiny. They were always looking at me and sat around my bed facing down. None of them spoke to me or communicated with each other. They had no expressions on their faces either. They just stared at me.
I didn't recognise any of them. Usually it was a group of people there. Sometimes there was one or two. I remember one of them was an old woman that looked like a witch, as her hair was very long and tangled and she wore a big old fashioned dress. There was another woman wearing a frilly bonnet and there had been a man with long hair. I don't remember what the others looked like.
I got into the habit of sleeping under the bed covers to avoid waking up and seeing those people. From a young age, I've been sleeping under the blankets. I still sleep under the blankets and when I get into bed, I hide underneath.

My childhood visions (part 1)

When I was a kid, I used to see things that can't be explained. There was a number of these strange visions so I've considered writing about them and break them into parts for this blog.
When I was about four or five years old, I was in the back garden one sunny morning. It was soon after breakfast. My nan was putting washing up on the clothes line. Then I saw a strange vision appear above the rooftops of the houses in the neighbourhood. It looked like a massive silouette of a giant "bird". It didn't move, it was stationary and seemed to be like a red outline or shadow of a giant winged animal. It seemed bigger than our house.
I remember feeling excited. I pointed up at it and cried "Look! What's that? Look! Look!"
My nan didn't see it and she didn't know what I was talking about because I had to keep pointing and telling her to look up there. She continued pegging clothes on the washing line as normal.
The giant winged creature faded away and was gone.
The massive giant "bird" resembled a prehistoric creature instead of any large species alive today. About its shape, the thing seemed eerily similar to a pterosaur, that was very huge as the enormous winged hatzegopteryx and quetzacoatlus that lived in the dinosaur era.
What was it? My guess here is that as a child, I was able to glimpse something that was probably there in that exact place at that time of day, many millions of years ago.   

Friday the 13th

This day is considered the unluckiest days of the year. It happens that there are many stories associated with Friday the 13th, not to mention horror films.
Friday is Goddess Freya's day. The number 13 is linked with darkness. Freya and other gods were having a party in the glittering halls of Valhalla when the trickster god Loki turned up uninvited. Making Loki that 13th guest. It followed by the death of the god Baldur by a poisoned arrow.
The fairytale story "Sleeping Beauty" includes a similar theme. The palace were celebrating the birth of a princess and 12 fairies were invited to offer lovely gifts. Then an annoyed 13th fairy showed up and cursed the baby princess.    
In history on Friday the 13th, thousands of warriors belonging to the Knights Templar were tortured, punished and killed.
Many believe that the 13th is an evil day, especially when it is Friday, Freya's day. 13th of Friday, the death of Baldur. Friday the 13th, the execution of knights.
These are just myths and memories.
Enjoy your Friday the 13th.