Your True Tales
November 2007 - Page 25
Hooded Men
by Victoria
In 1973 my ex-husband and I purchased an old one-story house in North Babylon, New York. Our daughter was only three years old when we moved in. When our daughter was around four years of age, she would say to me, "I just saw some hooded men go through the wall." Not making a big deal of it because children are known to have wild imaginations, I forgot about it until several months later when she said to me, "There they go again." This time, I questioned her. She told me that she sees little hooded men go through the wall, but she cannot see their faces. There was no mention of them again for some time.
In 1980 after my husband left, I started to hear voices - very low, chattering voices, but nothing I could make out upon awakening. Since my bedroom wall was abutted to the living room wall, I was certain one of my girls left the television or radio on from the night before. I could still hear the low, chattering voices as I was walking out of my bedroom and into the living room. Once in the living room, everything stopped - the chatter was gone and nothing was left on.
In 1986, I remarried a man who had suffered two heart attacks while in my home. From time to time, I would awake to the same low, chattering voices and again nothing was left on.
Around 1989 my daughter was relocated to a bedroom in the basement where she had her own privacy and telephone number. One night she called me on the telephone, hysterical crying. She had a bad dream and in the dream she tried to call me, but the numbers were missing on the telephone. When she awoke from that bad dream, she saw a tall, dark shadow standing in the corner of her room - it appeared to be a man wearing a tall hat or hood. Her dream became a reality - she was calling me!
Afterward, we spoke about the little hooded men she used to see when she was younger and she remembered everything. She told me that they floated and weren't very tall. She never did see them directly head on, only through the corners of her eyes.
In 1990, my husband died in the living room of our home - his final heart attack. For that year I was widowed, I did not hear those low, chattering voices, although I always felt a presence in the house. Then, I don't know if I was dreaming or not, but one night I was awakened by a breeze blowing on my face, but the breeze was coming from the front of my bed and not the window behind me. There stood a tall, dark figure that scared me to death. but suddenly, I was fast asleep again.
Another night, I saw in a blurry vision: the hooded men my daughter saw when she was small in the hallway between my bedroom and hers when she was little. They appeared to be groping at me - there were about 6 or 7 of them. Nothing after that.
In 1991 I remarried and all was quiet. In 1992 I moved out of there for fear something was going to come back and get my husband like it seemed to have done to my first two. The people who bought my home, the wife had a brain tumor removed after her first year in the house. I have never contacted her so I don't know if the demons are still there... I just know that I had left them behind!
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