This happened in 1977 when my daughter was 2½ years old. She and I lived in a basement apartment in Yakima, Washington. It was evening, around 11:00 p.m., summer, and my daughter had been asleep for several hours. I had been watching TV and I got up to turn the TV off. As I crossed my small living room, I got half way to the TV when I heard a strange noise. It sounded like the sound you would make if you threw a 2x4 onto a pile of wood. It was a "clanking" wood type noise. It sounded like it came from my right or left, I couldn't tell. Somewhere slightly behind me. I turned my head to the right and left, trying to find the source of the sound.
All of a sudden, I was no longer in my living room. I was standing on a highway in the middle of nowhere. Everything was completely black except the two-lane road. The road seemed to go straight ahead forever. Nothing but black on the right or left. The road went into the black. As I stood looking around, trying to figure out how I had gotten from my living room to this strange place, I noticed "things" on the side of the road. They looked like rolled-up carpets, placed end to end on both sides of the road. They lined the highway on both sides going on as far as I could see. I couldn't see anything in the carpets' open ends, but somehow I felt they had bodies in them. Don't ask me how I knew this, I just did. I must have stood there for about a full minute.
Then suddenly I was back in my apartment. I was so shaken I had to sit down. I was awake all night. The next night, when I tried to go to bed, I heard the clanking 2x4 noise again and panicked. I jumped up and ran into my living room. I was terrified, but nothing happened. It went on like this for three days, whenever I closed my eyes, I'd hear that clanking noise. Then it stopped completely. It never happened again.
