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May 2007 - Page 21
Interdimensional Figure
by Richard Brinkerhoff
This happened to me in October, 1968 just before my 19th birthday. I was living with my parents and six brothers and sisters in Kaysville, Utah. I came home from work one night and found that my parents and brothers and sisters weren't home. It was getting late so I went to bed. I shared a basement room with a younger brother. The room had no windows and when the door was closed it was pitch black.
After lying there for a while, I opened my eyes and could make out the pattern of the wood paneling in our room. It was like the door was open and the light was on down the hall. I halfway rolled over to see if the family had come home. I could see a figure standing next to my bed and assumed it was my brother, so I lay back down. I sensed he was still standing there, so I rolled over again and he was still standing there. I could see that whoever was standing there was wearing red and had long, messed-up red hair. I knew my brother had been wearing a red t-shirt earlier and for some reason I thought he was wearing an old red wig my mother kept for the younger children to wear when they played dress-up.
I still thought it was my brother, so I asked him what he wanted. I lay back down and waited for him to respond. There was nothing but silence. I again asked him again what he wanted. Still no reply, but continued to stand there silently. I was beginning to get impatient with him and asked once more. Still nothing, so I sat up in bed and turned and faced him. I asked a final time what he wanted and when there was again nothing but silence I put out my arm to push him away. To my horror my hand went right through him, and while I was sitting there looking at my hand, he floated backward and all the light in the room gathered around him and it got smaller and smaller until it became a pinpoint and then just went out.
Now I'm sitting up in bed with my arm still outstretched, but the light in the room was completely gone and I could not even see my hand in front of my face. When I realized it wasn't my brother standing there, I jumped up and ran through the house turning on every light I could. Shortly after that, my family returned home from a movie. I was still pretty shaken up from what I had just encountered and was afraid to go back to bed that night. I still think about that night and sometimes during the night I roll over quickly to see if something is standing beside my bed. To my relief, there isn't. I still wonder what it was I saw that night. I know I wasn't dreaming. I wonder if it was a ghost, an alien or a being from another dimension. I'll probably never know, I just hope he doesn't come again.
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