[THEWATCHER]

We moved from that TVE house in March of '59 to the house that became my
home for 20 years, a house in Goresbrook Road overlooking Castle Green
park, less than a mile away.
Right from the off I started having bad dreams, almost nightmares in a
way. The dream was always the same, in the middle of the night i would
go downstairs, and stand outside the front room door. Petrified. In the
dream i 'knew' there were small hooded beings in that room. They were
walking slowly around the large table in the middle of the room. I 'knew' they wished me evil in the dream. This went on for months. I tried telling my parents but they would have none of it.

Then one night i awoke with a thirst, my throat was burning, so not wishing to disturb my parents i went downstairs to get a cold drink. I did not even think of the dreams as i slowly and quietly made my way down the stairs.It was only once standing outside the front room door, which i had to pass on the way to the kitchen, that the dream forced its way into my head. I stood shaking, listening at the door, ready to bolt back upstairs.

For some reason, even at that early age, i needed to face this and prove to myself it was only a dream.I slowly turned the door knob and edged into the dark room, i reached for the light switch and flicked on the main light. There in the room stood several hooded small figures around the table. Each looked down so i could not see any faces. Then one lifted its head and just as it was about to remove the hood it went all dark. I awoke next morning with no recall. My parents enquired as to who went downstairs during the night as the front room light was left on and door left open. My siblings told them it was me.
I never had that dream again.




Moving onto 1962, age 10. Opposite the house in Goresbrook road at that time was the park, tennis courts and a playground with swings, roundabouts etc. It was here the next strange experience took place. Myself and my siblings were in the park one bright day. We were playing on one of the roundabouts called a 'spider'. It was a tubular metal whell with spokes on a central hub. Besides pushing the wheel round whilst standing it was possible to lay on the ground underneath, right next to the central hub and use ones feet to push the wheel faster. We were doing this on that day. I was underneath pushing whilst my brothers and sister we sitting on the wheel.

I guess i was using too much footwork, pushing the wheel faster and faster, my older sister by 2 years fell off and bashed her knee on the concrete, making it bleed. Howls of pain and tears she and my brothers made for home 150 yds away. Thinking i'm really going to get a ticking off i remained under the wheel. It was bright daylight as i lay there gazing up at the sky between the bars of the wheel. I noticed a jet black speck in the sky and was transfixed on this. The speck got bigger and bigger, it was circular, disc shaped. It got bigger and bigger as i lay watching it. When it looked to be so big i saw very little else it all went black. I next remember slowly skulking back homewards, hands in pockets looking down thinking i'm gonna get a pasting for letting my sister get injured in the park.

This went out of my memory until a while later when i kept getting flashbacks and dreams of that. After a time i remembered it fully, up till the point where the black disc almost filled the sky, then nothing, walking home.