Subject: WWW Form Submission
Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2006 02:06:45 -0700 (PDT)
Location: Blue Mountains, Australia
Okay, first of I have to say I live in the Blue Mountains, in Australia, because of its relevance to the story, or shall I say recount.
Sorry for this History lesson, but it has it's relevance:
Everyone with certain knowledge knows that the original inhabitants of Australia were knows as the Aboriginals, they were very "un-advanced" and the british took advantage of this and marched right through, and took the Aboriginal's land. Because the Aboriginals were extremely peaceful people (in my view, one of the most peacuful civilisations ever), most of the time the british didn't need to fight them. However, in certain areas the british murdered everyone Aboriginal in sight, most famously, in Tasmania. (The Tasmanian massacre is the only know genecide in history).
But where I live, like Tasmania, the British massacred several tribes of the Aboriginals.
I was living in this house for quite a while (maybe 6 months), when I was awoken by yelling and screaming, REALLY loud yelling & screaming. Like it was right beside me.
I ran outside (thinking the noise was coming from there) and the noise quitened.. then stopped. I was terrified at night for about 2 months after that.
Then, about 5 months later, I got up for a glass of water at 3:12 am (I remember the time very well). I poured my glass and glanced out the window and saw a young aboriginal boy running, and glancing behind him every so often as if someone was after him. He made absouletly no noise, which I found extremely eeire, because of the state of panic he appeared to be in.
Knowing what I saw was somehow 'different' I ran back into bed and haven't seen anything like that since.
I think the conclusion is pretty clear here. And I will never get over what I have seen. My friends have said while sleeping in my house they feel extremely sad also.