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October 2004 – Page 23

Another Hooded Figure
by Ellen

I grew up in those glorious '60s in a small town in Indiana. My little brother and I were pretty close and spent a lot of time together until about the start of the '70s. By then we were teenagers and had our own friends. When I was about 13 and he was about 9, my mom said, "Come with me." She had to go talk to the mom of one of my little brother's friends. Seems he and this kid did something really bad and they were both in a lot of trouble. So we both had to go with mom and she ordered us to "stay in the car" while she went and talked with the other mom.

I was pretty mad because I didn't do anything wrong. I think I was there just to keep an eye on him so he didn't get out of the car. He was always getting into trouble like that. This house we went to was on a fairly deserted street, and right next to it was a big open field where my other brothers played baseball. Across that field was the old "inter-urban" rail road track, as it was called. Folks used to use this train back in the old days, before we were born, to traverse between towns, before people started being able to afford automobiles.

Mom was taking a real long time talking to the other mom, and we were just waiting. When we looked across to the inter-urban tracks, we saw this "man" walking very slowly, going west right along the tracks. He was wearing a really long robe, much like a monk. It looked like there was a hood, but not pulled over his head, and tied in the middle with a rope-like thing.

The weird thing is it was like nothing we had ever seen or even dreamed up because it looked to be from some other time, like long ago, maybe even in Jesus's time. The color of the robe and its design just made it look not like a bathrobe or anything like that. Another weird thing, he was walking with his arms stretched out in front of his body, kinda like a "Frankenstein" type walk.

We watched him for a long time until we could not see him anymore. We weren't scared for some reason, but we still talk about it to this day. I'm 49 and he's 45. I once read that guardian angels dress in this attire, I wonder if that's what we saw, but why was "he" walking like that?

Incidentally, I think my brother got a huge "lickin'" that night, too.

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