Sometimes when you go into a home and as soon as you enter, you get this errie feeling and something is there breathing and staring at you, you tend to freak out at anything that jumps at you. Well, my old house felt like that.
My family would go out and walk the riverwalk and we would all be happy and having fun together. But as soon as we entered the house, my father would start screaming at us for how dirty the house is, my sister would yell that one of us got her socks or her blouse. Just this totally negative energy force field that you would walk through and automatically be mean and evil about everything. Your thoughts were bad and you were always looking for a knife. There was always this urge to get the knife and stab viciously at a watermelon or an orange.
One night I was asleep on the top bunkbed and I felt my brother's little hand pulling my arm trying to wake me up without screaming. I awoke to my brother's wide eyes staring into the kitchen towards the stove. I whispered "what's wrong?" and he just stared at the stove. Well, I had to peek around the wall to see the stove and there was my cabbage patch doll dancing on top of the stove with this homemade clown doll from mexico. There they were dancing on their own above the stove top fire! The fire was blue green so it glowed brightly. My brother moved towards the stove to get the dolls and they both turned to look at us!! Like we were invading their space. My brother grabbed them both and I opened the back door and we threw them outside into the backyard. Both dolls landed face up. It was raining that night in October 1986.
So the next morning we got up really early and it was nice and light out. You could still see the raindrops on the leaves. I went to pick up the dolls and the front was all wet and cold as ice. Their faces looked like they were mad. BUT the back of both dolls were warn and dry like they had been tucked under the covers all night...
