lawn-circles and ...

it was a spring day in nineteen-eighty-one, one of those days when for a moment or two the air has no motion, I was standing in the backyard by the flower bed along the fence, as I stood there thinking to myself how pleasant it would be if it always was a spring day without a breeze in the air a breeze came up to break the spell.

the breeze continued to grow as i stood there and bits of sand were hitting me as the air began swirling around in a circle and was increasing in strength as if to make up for the minute it was absent. it had grown to cover the patio and the umbrella in the centre of the table began to rattle in its socket, then the wind began to open it up, and all the while more was grit hitting me and the swirling bubble of air was now getting strangely hot and spinning so fast it was lifting the umbrella up and out of the table. i grabbed the pole and held it back but the force of the wind was so strong now that it was tugging on the umbrella and as i was on my tiptoes already and it was getting difficult to breathe in the centre of it all, i decided to let go out of fear it might just take me with it if the wind got any stronger.

i let goe of the umbrella, it went up and over the roof of the house next door, i turned and bounded up the steps into the house up the inside stairs and through the kitchen to the living room yelling that the umbrella from the patio table had blown away over the neighbours house, and as my parents and sister turned to look at me with a what is it now look on their faces, there through the window the umbrella was twirling into view as it fell from the air onto the front lawn, they turned in time to see it falling. there was a woman pushing a baby stroller on the sidewalk, she didn't seem very disturbed by a large patio umbrella falling out of the sky on a mild spring day. after i brought the umbrella around back i noticed the lawn had been pushed flat at the edge of the patio, near where the bubble of air had seemed to begin.

one night not a very long time after that incident when my parents had gone camping for the weekend and my sister was at a friends for the night, i had a strange dream. in the dream i woke in that way that one feels something has disturbed one into waking, i was lying on my left side and i could see a person standing over by the writing desk, it was me, standing there watching me in bed. then i switched places with my double and was watching my self laying in bed asleep with my eyes closed, and from beside the desk i could see that my double hadn't been watching me but a thin long fingered hand that was slowly rising up from behind me as i lay there asleep. as i watched the hand stopped and began to retreat back down behind the bed.

the hand almost got all the way out of sight and then i found myself back in the bed and though seeming to be asleep i could see my double standing there by the writing desk and this time i knew what he was watching. i lay there unable to move, and began to think if i didn't get back in my doubles body whatever was attached to the hand would grab me, and then i was back in my double and i could see the hand of the creature and part of its face, which was akin to something out of a brian frode painting, again rising up from behind my body and then retreating as i watched from beside the desk, and when it had almost gone out of sight i found myself back in the bed where I could see my double watching me laying in bed asleep while the creature reached out its long fingered hand to touch me.

the event repeated itself again with me seeing myself over by the desk and then i was in the double by the desk and this time i could see more of the face and the arm the hand was attached to as the creature reached out to touch me, then as though it knew i could see it the hand and face began to retreat. i watched my self lay there asleep in the bed till whatever it was retreated a part of the distance it had the second time. then i found myself back in the bed but this time i could not see the double by the desk and began to panic as i imagined the creature raising higher over my sleeping body and getting closer and closer as i couldnt get back over by the desk to make it back off.

my only hope then seemed to be sliding out and away of the bed as fast as possible but i seemed paralyzed and couldn't move and as the tension grew i was finally able to turn as fast as possible on to my back and throw the blanket over whatever was there, as I did this I realized there was nothing there and gave up a startled laugh.

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