Monday, March 24, 2008

The Little Man in the Attic

Once before when I answered the challenge about writing ten unusual things about myself....I included the fact that I grew up on a "haunted farm". Well. I suppose it is not exactly a "fact" in the truest sense of the word but none the less, ask my brothers, sisters, or nieces or nephews and they will tell you...the farm was haunted. I know there are those that do not believe in such things...and that is fine but the truth is explaining the unusual happenings on that small plot of land is easier described by hauntings as in any other way. If you have a different explanation that will fit the happenings then I will be happy to consider it.
For today's entry I will talk about the "little man in the attic" and how I came to discover that others knew of his existence just as I did. Here is the that age between childhood and adulthood where the memories are fuzzy and you can never be sure if what you are remembering is a true memory, a dream, or a distortion of some other memory. That is where the little man lived for many many years because I never spoke of him, described him or even wondered about his existence. It wasn't out of fear for there appeared to be nothing to fear about him. He was simply "there" in the attic. Sometimes he climbed in and out the window onto the roof with a pick...yes just like the dwarves in Snow White. say a childhood memory distorted by Disney? I think not...and here is why. I have never really doubted the little man's existence and I try to pinpoint exactly how long I knew he lived there. In truth, I'm not sure but for as long as I have a conscious memory of the house. It was only after entering adulthood and putting the whole thought of the little man out of my mind that I stumbled upon the fact that others knew him also. My sister, who has since passed away, was talking with me one day about the farm, the house, and our childhood, when she asked quite matter a factly about the attic. "The attic" I answered and then with a dawning thought I said..."oh are you talking about the little man who lived there" and she nodded. For she too, knew of the little man and also reported no real fear of him or his comings and goings. During our conversation she also revealed to me that she had also asked my brother if he had ever thought anything odd of the attic which he promptly responded, "oh you mean that little man that lived up there?"
Now I suppose with some rationalization we could come up with the answer to why at least three people have the exact same memories of the little man in the attic...down to the clothes he wore, his comings and goings, and the feelings associated with him neither fear or even curiosity....just an acceptance that he was "there". I, personally find it odd, but then again I can add to it the other numerous goings on both in the house itself and in the woods surrounding it. So let's just say that even though the fairies story...which I have yet to share with you...did end with a visit to the psych did start at the farm....and just makes me wonder.....but more about that later...Cheers and have a great week!


tricia said...

I haven't been over here in a few days so this is the first time I've saw this entry. Thanks for sharing I liked reading it.

foxpaw said...

Ginger...I just found this entry...very interesting. Were you or any of your siblings ever afraid of him?

I have just gotten the book, "When Ghosts Speak" by Mary Ann Winkowski. I have seen her on the Today show a couple of times and she is great. We have a private session scheduled in late May.

Just thought I would reading all about it. BTW...I think our dog (died 11-07) is still with us...we hear her on the steps couple times a week.

Christmas Creations said...

I am glad that you guys never feared the "little man in the attic". It would have a more different twist if the little man scared all of you!!!

Ginger said...

No foxpaw. We were never afraid of the little man but there were some happenings that frightened us. Maybe not by intent but because they were so strange and unexpected.

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