When I was seven or eight years old I was in the Cub Scouts, which is like Boy Scouts training, in case you didn’t know. I was at a meeting at a friend’s house talking about future events in the troop, and all the kids went outside to play and have fun. The property I was at was pretty big,so there were several quads being used by the family. One of the kids was riding a quad, and I asked his mom if I could ride one.
“Go ask your dad.” She told me.
My dad at this time was in the garage, as the adults had gone to the garage for some repairs or something. I was walking through a small forested area to get to the garage. As I was passing under the tree, something hut me in the head. Hard. I remember looking up and seeing a tree house, where the thing must have come from. I looked at the ground to see a large Home Depot bucket, which was turning red.
I was bleeding horribly. The bucket had hit me on my scalp above my forehead, which was pouring blood at this point. I stumbled into the garage and the adults made me lay down and applied a cloth to my head. That was when I saw the figures. Three figures, made of shimmering, gauzy mist, were at my feet, watching me. I couldn’t see facial features or clothes or anything like that. Just the outline of these beings. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t even think. I heard the adults voices, but they sounded like they were in a tunnel. Just echos. I don’t know how much time passed. But when I stood up after I could move again, I saw so much blood on the floor.
There was blood in my eyes, on my neck, and on my chest. The figures were gone. I don’t know what I saw. Maybe I was in shock, hallucinating, or maybe I was about to be taken away. I’m 16 years old now. I even have a scar on my head from where the bucket hit me. I don’t know how it fell either. I didn’t see anybody up in the tree house.
If it was pushed, I’d like to know who or what was responsible for that.