Early Summer of ’76 near Cincinnati, OH. I was about 19 years old at the time. I was working the closing shift at a fast food place a couple of miles from home. I finished my shift at about 2:00 AM. As usual I started walking home to get in a little exercise before the evening was completely gone. It must have been about 2:15 or 2:20 AM when I reached home.
My mother was a very light sleeper, so I had to be extra quiet when arriving at home.� All the lights were out and everyone in the house was already asleep.� I should note here that there was a large �picture� window adjacent to the front door in the living room, and another equally large �picture� window in the dining room that perfectly lined up with the first window.� Moonlight was usually sufficient to guide me through that part of the house.� Please note that the dining room window was plainly visible because of the moonlight.
I passed through the living room without making a sound.� As I started to enter the dining room to make a left into the hallway to enter my bedroom someone stepped directly in front of me blocking my path.� This person was about an inch taller than me, so I automatically assumed it was my older brother.� He was the only one in the house taller than me at the time.
I apologized to him because I nearly collided with him.� He didn�t move, talk or make any gestures.� I stepped back and tried to focus on his face, but couldn�t make out any features at all.� Since I couldn�t see his face looking directly at it, I tried looking at him sideways (something I learned from a Biology teacher years earlier) in order to make out any details at all.
When I looked right, I still couldn�t see anything.� When I looked left, this �person� darted out through another open dining room door to exit the house via the backyard.� I immediately followed thinking I had surprised a burglar.� This �person� didn�t make a sound when it moved, and it moved faster than anyone I�d ever seen.� All the hair on my neck and arms was standing straight up, and adrenaline was coursing through my body.� It took quite a while to calm down.
Things at home were very bad at the time (my parents were breaking up) and I didn�t dare mention this to anyone.� There was already enough turmoil in the house.� I left home July 4, 1976, and married just several weeks later.� The first year passed quickly.� I would frequently stop at home to check on my younger brothers, to make sure they were OK.� I guess it was about early summer of 77� when I stopped in one day.� My aunt had stopped to visit my mother, and I didn�t want to disturb them.� So I just wandered about the house, noticing something was very different but couldn�t put my finger on it.
I asked my mom if she painted the house, because everything looked brighter.� That is when my aunt spoke up and said that the house had just been blessed by her minister.� That made quite an impression on me.� I doubt I will ever forget it.
Several more years or so would pass before I found out that my other brothers had some experience not unlike my own.� One of my brothers in particular, I will call �Jason� had a very bad encounter about a year earlier (he was about 17 at the time).� He was alone in his room (my old room) when three of these solid black figures simply appeared coming up through the floor.� The house was built on a solid concrete slab, no basement!� It scared him so bad he had to sleep with the light on, and he did this well into his late twenties.
I can�t recall each of my other brothers� exact stories, but the common element was these solid black figures.� This is something we simply don�t talk about anymore.� That is all I can tell you right now.� If it wasn�t a little bit scary, you should check your pulse, you might be dead.� Ha!� No, really.� I�m not making any of this up�, I still get a few goose bumps when I think about it. God Bless.
Written by Greg Brown, Copyright 2009