The Woman on the Tree

It is still to this day highly debatable whether it really happened, it was a dream, or it happened and my brain likes to think of it as a dream. Like with everything I will redact, keep an open mind!

My house was (it still is, it didn't go anywhere) located on the outskirts of town. It was one of only a handful. In fact, there was pretty much nothing close to my house but two other houses and empty acres of land...oh and a park. My house was in front of a park. And by park I mean a space dedicated to playing sports. No children area, no slides, none of that. It was just land divided into sections where certain sports could be played. The side of the park that faced my house had trees along the fence, from beginning to end! Walking there at night was not enjoyable at all.

My parents had a grocery store that was located in front of the elementary school in the central area of the town. That's where all the people in their right minds lived, including my paternal grandparents. Since the school and the store where not so close to my house I had to walk back and forth by myself except at night because I was just a 6 year old after all. I walked the same path everyday, I could do it with my eyes closed and in my sleep! And one day something strange happened...

I walked out of my house and was on my way to the store...but something was odd. I felt like something or someone was watching me. I could feel the stare fixated on me. So I look up to the trees I feared so much and there it was. It was a woman siting at the top of one of the trees. She had really pale skin and brown eyes and was wearing a black dress. She just stared at me.

I have no memory of anything else. After seeing her I cannot remember what happened after, if she talked to me or if she simply left. The next thing I remember is being at the store eating breakfast in a hurry because I was late for school. Over the years I've tried to remember but I can't. All I have is that, nothing more. All I can say is that I was not afraid, she was not scary or anything. She was just there.

My parents like to insist it was a dream or my imagination. Funny thing is...when I was about 15 my mother told my family the story of when she was a little girl and heard someone call her, it was a woman on the top of a tree. When my mom shared that I was a bit scared. Because we had a similar memory of when we both were around 6 years old. Over the years I've wondered if what I remember really happened...and if it could have possibly being the same woman.