My father was a professional bus driver, working for one of the premier busing lines in the United States, back in the 1980's.
My mother was a teacher that had taken time off to raise her family. 
Both decided to take a nice long car ride from Texas through Louisiana across the southern states and then up through the Smokey Mountains. We were all packed in my mom's yellow station wagon, new  to us at the time. We had driven up to New Hampshire to visit my dad's brother, first and last time I ever remember seeing him. He seemed like a great guy, but I was a shy young impressionable child of 8. Late one night they stayed up chatting and telling ghost stories. Scared me silly. Eventually we said our goodbyes and started on the long trek home. Mom wanted to see the Civil War areas for her children's education. We stayed one night in Vicksburg at a motel.
     Everything was going great! We ate in the room, watched television, had our baths and went to bed. I was wedged in between my brother and father on one bed and my mother and sister on the other. Great! Fantastic! Everything was fun and new, until about three am. I was awakened by something not quite right. There was very little light in the room, but enough that I could see the open closet across from the bathroom with my parent's hanging clothes. I heard a noise, whispers really. The room grew colder and I shivered, even though I was boiling in between my brother and father. Sweating. 
    As I peered into the closet a darker shadow ever so slightly moved around and then enveloped my dad's hanging clothes. The clothes then got up and moved towards the bed. Whatever it was, it was pure evil and its words were indistinguishable, but for the hatred. The thing was moving my father's clothes as if it were wearing them. I was paralyzed with fear. The sweat turned ice cold. Still my family slept. As this evil moved closer to me, my only gut instinct was to pray and pray. I said all the prayers I could think of but mostly "Dear Jesus, save me, save us from this monster"! I did not urinate, but my cold sweat dampened the bed. 
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    The evil entity cursed me and said something to the effect that it would get me, it would be back. My eyes were wide open the entire time. The power of my prayer moved the evil away. As it left, the clothes dropped to the floor of the room and I stayed wide awake until dawn, until I figured it had been enough time for my family to get rested. As soon as my father moved, he noticed the bed was drenched. He sprang up out of bed thinking I had peed the bed, but what he saw was a wide eyed terrified child covered in sweat that ran cold down my skin. 
    He woke my mother and they attempted to get me to talk, but I was in shock from the ordeal. My mom took me, helped me get into fresh clothes and took me outside onto the walkway. We were on the second floor. I leaned on the railing for support and still the cold crept in. I shivered and my mom covered me with a blanket. 
    Dad asked who had moved his clothes. Why were they on the floor next to the bed! He was now 😡 mad. He was going to get to the bottom of this because his clothes needed to be hung up every night so they would stay wrinkle free. Someone was going to get punished. At this exact time I told my mom what I had witnessed. Her immediate response was impressive, and still impresses me to this day. She said, "Ok, everyone listen up! We are leaving now. No showers or coffee. Just pack everything up and get in the car now." She escorted me to the car where I waited another five minutes for them to join me. ( Guessing my mom had some sort of experience herself in the past and knew to get the heck out of town.) They had never before gotten out of bed and into the car so fast before. This surprised me. I felt awful, like I was coming down with something, but it wasn't sickness. It was me having drained myself praying so hard. Also, I felt bad for making them leave a perfectly good motel so soon. They had planned a week stay to see the sights.
    As we drove off my mother casually leaned over to my dad and told him what I told her. They were both cool headed, alarmed, but cool. I could see the worry stretch the features of my father's face as he turned his head more towards the road to concentrate on making distance. To this day, that experience stays fresh in my mind and comes back sharp for closer inspection. I do not how they managed to keep so cool and collected. Both were religious, mom more so. Mom turned back to her passenger side window to peer out at the passing scenery. Back then it was no big deal to ride in the far back of the car without seat belts. We didn't worry too much because my dad was a professional driver, rated AAA+. I say that because I witnessed everything they did and talked about from the far back. A station wagon was a car/sedan with a covered pickup backend, sometimes there would be jump seats. We would lay flat on our sleeping bags in the back while my parents drove. Imagine a small covered playpen in the back of the car, that's pretty much what we had going on.
    I was worried that whatever that was would come back in the next place we stopped. I didn't have to worry long. A while later my mom had taken over driving and my dad was resting in the passenger seat next to her. We were all asleep in the back. The road was long and the miles piled on. My mom fell asleep at the wheel. The car rolled over several times and down the embankment on the side of the interstate. Maybe it was just sleepiness or maybe it was something more sinister, but we all rolled. 
    We were so very fortunate that none of us were injured at all. It was certainly a wake up call for us all. The car was totaled and it took us two days to get back on the road with another vehicle, this one was a blue station wagon. Goodbye yellow cursed car! We were all on edge after the accident. My brother and I took turns keeping our parents awake while they drove. We would chat about all sorts of things. They taught us to use a map to help them navigate the highways. We stopped much more frequently and got out to walk, stretch, and get a snack or in my dad's case coffee. 
   I was sort of awake for the roll over. I recall it entirely. Couldn't help wondering if this wasn't part of what I had experienced in the motel. There was a yell. Then everything froze in time. Time slowed down. I saw everything in the car move slowly like in a dryer, tumbling around and around. It is an odd sensation to witness time slow to a stand still, but while your mind is telling you everything stopped, you are feeling the movement as it happens. A strange disconnect. It happened to me last year when I was in another accident. That's another story though.


Thank you for reading along about my experiences. I'll share more as time unfolds.
Much love, light and respect
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