Hello - I have a weird story I'd like to present for your
consideration. There is no explanation as to what occurred, though I
personally believe the supernatural was at play.
It was the Christmas season in 1958. My parents and I
lived in a small home in eastern Tennessee. We survived on what little
money my Mother could make doing odd jobs for other people in the area.
My Father was wounded during the Korean War and he received a monthly
pension from the government. I was 8 years old at the time. After
school, I would work around the house and help care for my Father. I
knew that money was tight and figured there wouldn't be any gift-giving
that year, but we made the best with what we had.
few day before Christmas Day, I was lying in bed and started hearing
noises coming from outside my window. It sounded like children playing
and laughing. I got out of bed and looked out the window. I noticed
several blue lights bobbing about in my Mother's garden. I went and woke
my Mother. She got up and we walked out onto the porch. We both clearly
witnessed the blue lights moving up & down above the garden. It was
very cold, so we went back into the house and watched from my bedroom
window. The lights were there for over an hour and continued moving
about. We were very tired, so we both went back to sleep.
the morning, we were sitting at the table eating breakfast. My parent
were discussing the blue lights. My Father said that he heard of a
similar occurrence when he was a boy. The deacon at his church commented
to several of his congregation that he noticed blue lights outside the
rectory one evening. His explanation was that these were angels watching
over the church. The next few nights I watched for the lights but they
Christmas Eve a few family friends stopped by the house during the day
to wish us happy holidays. My friend Larry came over also. We listened
to the radio for most of the afternoon. Neither one of us had ever had a
television in our homes. I mentioned that it would be nice to have one
but I knew that we could never afford it. I told Larry about the blue
lights and the story that my Father had told me. Larry said that his
Uncle Joe told him the same story about the blue lights outside the
church rectory, so I figured that must have actually happened. Larry
also said that his Uncle Joe mentioned that there were 'little people'
with big heads and large eyes who lived in the mountains. I asked Larry
if his Uncle Joe had ever seen these 'little people.' Larry said that he
didn't think so.
evening my parents and I were sitting in the front room when we heard
what sounded like footsteps on the porch. My father went to investigate,
but he didn't see anything unusual. I then told them what Larry's Uncle
Joe had told him. My Father just smiled and said that old Joe told a
lot of 'good' stories though most were just not true. My Father then
said that he remembered a story that old Joe told him one day.
Father said that old Joe told him that the 'little people' of the
mountain would bring gifts to folks they liked. He said that old Joe
thought that the 'little people' were really aliens because he had seen
lights fly off the mountain at night. I prodded my Father to tell me
more but he said old Joe told too many stories that were flat out lies.
It was about 10 PM so I was sent off to bed since we were going to
church on Christmas morning.
woke in the middle of the night to get a drink of water. I did't notice
the time but I believe it was around 1 AM or so. I walked out of my
room and into the hallway. I noticed that same giggling and laughing I
had heard the night I witnessed the blue lights. The sound was coming
from the front room. I slowly walked down the hallway and peered around
the corner. There was nothing there, but I did see a square shape on the
floor by the bookshelf. I turned on the room light. It was a brand new
television set - a Motorola. I remember letting out a scream and hearing
my mother running down the hallway. She saw me standing in front of the
bookshelf, not knowing what was going on. Then she noticed the
television. I can still remember the strange look on her face. She
turned and ran back into her bedroom yelling all the way. I could hear
her asking about the television, while my Father answered 'what
sat in the front room just staring at the television, occasionally
looking at each other. We never did figure out how it got there. I'd
like to think it was the 'little people' in the mountain. In fact,
that's what old Joe told everybody who'd listen.MM