We’d been driving from coast to coast, and in Nebraska, we decided we needed to sleep. We pulled on to a side road and bedded down in the back of our pickup (It had a cap on the back and a mattress in the bed. Cool truck) Then we heard these bloodcurdling screams. It was a woman. This was before cell phones. We hear a man grunt and the screams stop rather abruptly. The next morning we heard about a murder in the area. I think we heard a murder.
My oldest daughter used to do this too except when she was in her swing. She would look at a blank spot in the corner and just start giggling and laughing and sometimes would have a little “conversation” with whatever it was she saw.
She had some strange fears when she was younger(she’s 7 now). She was PETRIFIED of any toys that moved on their own. Remote control cars, little dancing chickens, a caterpillar thing someone got her that wiggled across the floor, stuff like that. And I mean petrified like she would claw and scream trying to get away even if I was holding her. She would have episodes where she said her head hurt and it was hard to breathe(took her to the doc, nothing was wrong) She was also deathly afraid of fire, even if it was on tv or in a picture.
She has come and asked me questions that no 3 or 4 year old should be asking, like “Mama you don’t want me to die and leave you alone again do you?” and “What happened to my brown eyes?” Her eyes are blue.
My brown eyed mother died before she was born from lung and brain cancer.