This is something that is very weird that happened when I was little. I was about 5 years old and it late in the night, close to midnight. My mother woke me because she and my grandmother had just made a pizza. So I walked into the kitchen. My room was in the far east side of the house next to my grandmother's room. I usually slept with her, but my baby sister was in there on the bed.
My mom grabbed her because she started crying frantically. I truly thought it was something in there that had startled her. You know, they say that pets and babies can see ghosts or know that they are there. Anyway, I sat down and everybody was in the kitchen. My mother was calming my sister down because she just wouldn't shut up!
But about 10 minutes later, I was going to go back to bed because it was a school night. I had just walked into the living room when a big noise or something had hit the house on the side where my bedroom was. It was so powerful it shook the house and knocked down various things on the wall. I was five, so I was totally scared. I ran over to my grandmother, who saw the fear in my eyes, so she never let go of me. It seemed like it scared her half to death, too.
We lived out by Enemy Swim Lake in South Dakota. It's a little housing place for mostly Native Americans, but we only lived about a mile away from Enemy Swim on the other side of the lake. We were surrounded by trees; there was just a big circular spot in the trees where our yard was. There were others that lived down the road as well, but they were pretty far down.
My mom was freaking out also. She teased me by saying, "Go see what it was. Take this flashlight." Of course, I didn't. So I said I'd go if she did, so we both went out into the yard to go see what it was. We looked everywhere, but there was nothing in sight -- not even a dent or any evidence that anything had even struck the house. My mom teased and said Bigfoot must have tripped and rolled down the hill.
My uncle was buried up on the hill, and today the same grandmother who shared this experience is buried up there with him. So we think that maybe a long time ago there were many Native Americans that must have been buried up there somewhere because Enemy Swim Lake is where a Native American war was going on many years ago. So the noise must have been the spirits still thinking they were in a war, or the enemies were thinking that we were part of the war since we are descendents from those Native Americans who lived in Enemy Swim. Enemy Swim is named for the enemy who swam away to flee from getting killed. I will never forget that.
