CHAPTER 3
When I was ten years old. I had a dream of a plane crashing and a girl looking at me through fire. I had that dream for weeks at a time, and I would wake up screaming.
I remember a time when my mom was at church, but I was at home, sick, and my father was taking care of me. He opened up the baby aspirin, but the sound of turning the cap on the bottle scared me. I thought it sounded like fire when fire clicks. I haven’t had that dream for a while now.
My father told me his mother once took him to a witch doctor. Two girl cousins and his aunts and mom went with him to Los Angeles to see this witch doctor. The witch doctor said that no witch could touch him because he was very powerful. On the way home,
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I heard a loud noise in the backyard, like a body or something was moving in the bushes. I got up to look, but nothing was there. I sat down to watch TV again, but there was the noise again. I ran to the door to catch whatever was there, but there was nothing. I told Danny, “I know I heard something out there, and there it goes again.
This time I ran to the door to catch what was making that noise, and I hid next to the door. There was a light moving around my front door in circles, like someone had a flashlight, moving it around. I stood sideways at the door, determined to catch whatever was there. When I stood sideways at the door to catch what was in the
bushes, I looked through the window on the door -and I saw a whole family. I shook my head, and said, “No way; this can’t be.” I saw a family, like someone was rolling a film in front of me. It was like history playing in front of me. I called my mother and told her I saw people eating on a table, a man with a beard, and someone that even looked like my mother. That night, I woke up every hour on the hour, to see if this was real. Yes, it was real; it was still there. Orange groves were there. They showed me the pioneer days -it all flashed right in front of my