The Dark Side of my Mind

My Own Personal Experiences 2

Ok, so like I said in my last MOPE (And fuck if that isn't just the most unfortunate acronym ever that it can be nominated for the award for it) I HAD planned to speak about my childhood home and the things that had happened there. But as the saying goes - shit happens, quite literally in this case. 

My childhood home was pretty quiet and peaceful. We only ever experienced a couple of deaths while I was living there - an accidental death via house fire and another via suicide. Don't get me wrong, though. That community could have easily appeared in a low-budget horror flick and not have been out of place in the least bit; an isolated, fly-in community can't get much more scary than that, if you ignore the beautiful scenery.

The island I lived on was about 2 miles long and only ever had about 60 people living on it at any given year. That's a far smaller pool of potential psychos just waiting to plant a knife in your back than what most people realize. As it stands rumors apparently ran rampant there, which I wasn't informed about until a few years ago, which would be almost a whole decade after we moved away from the community. Those rumors played a large role in the suicide that I mentioned earlier. (Goes to show you, watch which tidbits of gossip that you share. It could LITERALLY kill someone.)

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Had you known me as a kid, you would know that I use to wonder through the woods on my end of the island whenever I had the chance to. I knew where every hidden trail was and where it led too. I loved it. I was way more fit than I am now, even with unknowingly suffering from a very mild case of asthma back then. (Still do, to tell you the truth.)

But every once in a while, I would get this....... Odd feeling of being watched while I was crashing through the woods. It would cause me to pause briefly before I would spin around to spot what was causing the issue, but I would only ever be greeted by the usual every day sights and sounds of the wilderness on that island. Nothing weird or creepy would happen whenever I got this feeling. 

And no, we didn't have any large wild cats there and any black bears we had in the area never strayed very far from the dump. The bears would have been the only potential predator up there if not for that fact. No one ever had an up close encounter with them..... That I'm aware of, that is. 

I found that I was always more observant than most people living there. I guess you could say that even back then, I was capable of sensing the supernatural to some degree even if I didn't realize it at the time. Though I ever heard of any of the myths that might of surrounded my childhood home, so I don't know what it could have been. The adults were always really good at making sure that there were no little ears to over any of the "scary stories".

Now, I would casually throw that little experience out to the other kids my age or lightly joke about the supernatural to them to see if they would say anything about it. But as stated earlier, I was usually the only one to pick on this kind of stuff, so my attempts never went anywhere other than making me the island outcast. And like I said, I never heard about any myths that may have been floating around up there, so I never had any proof that I could use to confirm my suspicions or even pinpoint what I should have even been looking for.

That's honestly the only weird thing I ever experienced while growing up. After all is said and done, it's not all that creepy or even scary in any sense of the word because like I said, nothing ever happened.

Anyway, what are your thoughts about this? What are your theories on what that could have been? I would really like to hear your opinions about it because I gave up trying to figure out what I kept sensing all those years ago. I kept going around in circles on the issue. And I don't like going in circles; it makes me dizzy.