Location:Pennsylvania United States
When I was very
young, I was able to see some sort of particles rushing downward through
the air, like it was pouring rain indoors. Let me try and explain
better. I was very young, say the age of 4. I recall trying to explain
to my mother, but not able to talk very well just yet, she repeated it
as me seeing bugs flying through the air. Looking back, I believe my
eyesight was so good, I was able to see atoms, or matter, while indoors,
and there were millions of them. They would fall like rain, passing
through anything and everything, into the ground. I soon lost sight of
this, as I grew older. I wonder if anyone else saw any such thing, and I
look at my 3 and 5 year old boys and wonder if they see any such thing
back to the story.
My mom had put me down for an afternoon nap, and not being able to sleep, I lay there just staring off, watching these particles moving downward through the air of my bedroom, a bunch of them started to take form at the foot of my bed. Thousands of them started swirling, defying gravity as it was, and made a large form, moving around the side of my bed. I remember a female voice came from this swirling mass, saying something like "ah, look at the little boy"...or something along those lines. I then leapt out of bed, with speed only of that of a scared 4 year old boy, running back into the family room where my mother sat watching her soaps. I was hesitant with submitting this experience, because I was so young... But it was very real to me.
Source:yourghoststories
My mom had put me down for an afternoon nap, and not being able to sleep, I lay there just staring off, watching these particles moving downward through the air of my bedroom, a bunch of them started to take form at the foot of my bed. Thousands of them started swirling, defying gravity as it was, and made a large form, moving around the side of my bed. I remember a female voice came from this swirling mass, saying something like "ah, look at the little boy"...or something along those lines. I then leapt out of bed, with speed only of that of a scared 4 year old boy, running back into the family room where my mother sat watching her soaps. I was hesitant with submitting this experience, because I was so young... But it was very real to me.
Source:yourghoststories
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