Many things arrived by my bed, from the crib as a baby watching strange curious beings visit until even last night, seeing blankets of light streak across my light locked room.
One night in particular was quite terrifying as a child. The details are hazy but I think it was in a Banff motel room with my mother and her current man.
I was a young boy in the early-mid 1980’s in this increasingly warm room already scared watching an Unexplained Mystery type show.
I slept in one bed on the far side of the room perpendicular to the door. The other two in a bed closer to the door.
I was woken by a bright light. First it just seemed like a lamp in the top far corner of the room but bright enough I couldn’t see the source.
It stayed this way for some time at first seeming like someone had left a light on, it was annoying at first.
Then grew brighter.
A sound took over the room, growing in volume, beginning to drown out the world.
“Mommy!!” I shouted repeatedly across the short distance to her. It took a surprisingly long time for her to wake with my voice was being overpowered by the white noise effect of the sound. It seemed almost like she was drugged.
She woke up not understanding the situation but became of aware and began screaming for the man to wake up.
The powerful force grew in intensity while seemingly hovering near the ceiling. I seem to remember bright colors being mixed in.
It pulsed with incredible strength.
My mother screamed – rigid upright full open throat volume but sounded distant and quite ineffective.
Existence became overwhelming.
In the raw terror of the situation, I didn’t think I could handle it anymore.
The next thing I remembered was waking up in a daze to a quiet calm cool morning.
Nothing seemed wrong with the world. Though I forgot the night before, in the back of my young hazy mind I knew everything would be forever different.