While recovering from surgery in 2002 i was on some pain meds..(which then we figured out I was allergic to) But they were not heavy duty meds, like the Dr said he gave me a "granny" dose because i am sensitive to narcs. anyway...
DH was at work, my sister had my 3 children for the night (my first night home from the hospital) I took 1 pill and went to bed.
Both my dogs were sleeping in bed with me, the cat was on my DS's bed. I woke at about 11pm and heard a noise downstairs.
it was a back split town house so standing in the kitchen i could see the basement, I looked down there and seen a little boy about 7 years old covered in blood and all he said to me was "Its ok, its all over now"
Well I freeked out and ran out of the house, I stood under the street lamp that was outside my house. I stood there with my hands on my knees saying over and over to myself "its not real its not real its not real" I finally stopped hyperventilating and walked a block down in my bare feet to my friends and refused to go home till DH was there.
Doc said it was a reaction to the meds, but I asked the "lifer" this guy has been there since the homes were built and he is still there 18 years later) anyway I asked him if there was anything "funky" did not tell him my story, and he said that there was a family who lived in the same row as me he thinks 4 doors up from me, well the father had killed 2 children while they were there on a visit and then committed suicide in his car in the garage (left the car running)
so what happened?.. was it the little boy i seen?
or was it the meds?
DH was at work, my sister had my 3 children for the night (my first night home from the hospital) I took 1 pill and went to bed.
Both my dogs were sleeping in bed with me, the cat was on my DS's bed. I woke at about 11pm and heard a noise downstairs.
it was a back split town house so standing in the kitchen i could see the basement, I looked down there and seen a little boy about 7 years old covered in blood and all he said to me was "Its ok, its all over now"
Well I freeked out and ran out of the house, I stood under the street lamp that was outside my house. I stood there with my hands on my knees saying over and over to myself "its not real its not real its not real" I finally stopped hyperventilating and walked a block down in my bare feet to my friends and refused to go home till DH was there.
Doc said it was a reaction to the meds, but I asked the "lifer" this guy has been there since the homes were built and he is still there 18 years later) anyway I asked him if there was anything "funky" did not tell him my story, and he said that there was a family who lived in the same row as me he thinks 4 doors up from me, well the father had killed 2 children while they were there on a visit and then committed suicide in his car in the garage (left the car running)
so what happened?.. was it the little boy i seen?
or was it the meds?
