All my life I have had encounters with the supernatural. My first encounter was as a toddler. I can't tell you my age, but I couldn't have been more than one because I wasn't walking yet. I remember this like it was yesterday.
My grandmother had two houses on the same land on a hill in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. There was a large main house and a small servants' house. Somehow on this day I was alone in front of the servants' house at the highest point of the hill. At the very edge. I remember I could look down and see cars going by.
I looked up and saw a child like myself, but male, beautiful. He had wings like a bird and coal black eyes, no pupils. I remember thinking, I wish I could fly like him. As soon as I thought this, the child responded, not moving a lip, but through my mind. I heard him say that I could... all I had to do was jump off the edge of the hill.
I was tempted but, it occurred to me that I might fall and get hurt. He insisted that I trust him and jump. But I felt I shouldn't do it. Finally, I agreed to try when a heard a saving voice. "Baby, how did you get out here by yourself?" It was my Uncle Andy. He picked me up and carried me into the house, saving my life.
Why did the strange child want me to jump?