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The Men in White Robes [Paranormal Experience]

Updated on February 2, 2011

I woke up with the white moonlight streaming in my window. The air around me was chilly, but not too cold. Steeling myself for the cold tile floor I climbed out of bed and tip-toed down the stairs.

I hated these middle-of-the-night runs to the bathroom! But, at least Dad was sleeping, so I wouldn't have to tell him why I was up.

Walking across the house I noticed how pretty the grey swirls on the dining room floor looked in the moonlight. It made me want to get out my toys and play awhile. Dancing on into the living room, I looked up at the etched ship in the large picture window, to see what it looked like in the lovely moonlight. What met my eyes terrified me.

Outside the living room window was a group of men dressed in long white robes, and pointy hoods that even covered their faces. They were holding scythes, rakes, pitchforks and axes, while dancing around a crude wooden structure. The structure was shaped like an upside-down U. It was about as tall as the men who were dancing around it. To it was tied another man. He was wearing jeans and a torn shirt. His pale face was damp, his shoulder length brown hair wet, and he looked as though he were very ill. A bonfire blazed under the structure.

I watched the men in white dance around and around, cheering for themselves. I wondered how my parents could sleep through such a racket, and why they were letting this go on. I watched as the leader raised his hands, and the dancing stopped. Facing me, he began to speak, and all of the men cheered, raising their tools high in the air.

The man who was tied down struggled and this seemed to encourage them. They cheered more. Then the leader raised his hands again, and everyone was quiet.

Suddenly, I became aware that if I could see them, they could see me, standing there in my nightgown.

I turned and raced up the stairs, diving into bed. The bathroom would have to wait for morning!

As I lay in bed, unable to sleep, I strained to hear what was going on out side the house. The sound of the wind in the elm trees and my sisters heavy breathing were the only sounds I could make out.

Then my brother got up. I could hear him sleepily stumbling down the stairs. Then the house was silent for a time. Suddenly I heard him running. Running for all he was worth. Up the stairs and into his bed.

He had seen them, too.

In the morning, I was afraid to go downstairs, but staying in bed all was not alowed. Besides, there was still that pesky bathroom issue.

With the sun shining, everything seemed normal. Looking out the window, I could see the structure was gone and the grass was green.

There was no sign anywhere of what I had seen the night before.

Several years went by. My brother and I had many adventures and shared many secrets. Eventually, the subject of that night came up.

He told me that when he had gone downstairs, he had seen the the U-shaped structure with tools piled around it. The man on top was dead. The fire had burnt low, and he had the sense that the killers had just left the scene. He felt they were still close by, and if they saw him, would come back and kill him, too.

Back Story:

When I was three years old, my family moved from Lewistown, Montana to the family farm in north-eastern Colorado. The lovely Victorian farmhouse had been built by my great-grandfather in the early 1900's. He had raised his brood there, as had my grandpa. My dad was to do likewise.

There were many stories and memories attached to the farm. My grandpa had been born in one of the bedrooms. He and his siblings had attended a one-room school house that stood a mile and a half up the road. The large red Iwoa style barn was the third one to be built on the place, as the others had burned down -- oil lamp accidents. At one time, twelve teams of horses had been used to farm the land, and hired-hands had been a mainstay. The only signs left of them were names and dates written on the walls of the barn. For a short time, in the 1930's, the farm had been rented out.

Years later, when I was a young teen, we were watching Quantum Leap, and he jumped into the area of the civil rights movement. He was in the south, and the KKK was prevalent. It was the first time I had seen men dressed in white robes, since that night so long ago.

My brother looked at me, and I looked at him. It was time to talk to Mom and Dad!

We told them all that had happened when we were little. Neither had an explanation, except some marks left by a hired-hand, on a barn wall, in the 1920's.

On the wall by the hay-mow ladder, along with many penciled signatures, were the letters KKK and a skull, all drawn in white. They were hard to see, as my dad and his brother had done their best to eradicate the marks when they were young, by shooting them with their BB guns.

Know activity, in the area, by the Ku Klux Klan, was limited to one cross burning in the 1930's. It had taken place in a town 12 miles from my home.

The Ku Klux Klan scene in A Man Called Hero (in the original version)
The Ku Klux Klan scene in A Man Called Hero (in the original version)

Ivorwen, 2009.

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      The Bringer Of Light 

      6 years ago

      The KKK are evil dark people who are the very essence of evil in human form such is the evil of man there day shall come and on that day the evil that is there soul shall be destroyed and they shall face penance for there crimes and no im not a religious man.

    • Ivorwen profile imageAUTHOR


      8 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      I can imagine your husband's fright! I think I would high tail it too!

      Thanks for offering the theory of time slip. I have read about such things, but never thought to apply them to my situation. I will be looking up the article you wrote.

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      Nell Rose 

      8 years ago from England

      Hi, this was fascinating, maybe something like this did happen where you live, just because it wasn't documented it doesn't mean to say it didn't happen. if it was done privately and no one found out about it at the time then it was quite possible that it was where you saw it, I believe it was probably a time slip, this is where you get a glimpse of the past happening just for a second, there are many documented cases, I actually wrote one about two women in france back in the 1900's. I would just like to say that I totally believe you, my husband was walking up a very long road on a hill one night in winter and he looked across the road, going over a bridge, and saw a man dressed in puritan attire, including that big hat they used to wear, the man saw him and sort of sneered at him. it frightened my husband to death! and he legged it back home, the funny thing was after this incident, I was looking for anybody else who had seen this and I found a bit in an old newspaper saying that a car accident had taken place a few years before on the same bridge because the driver had swerved to avoid a man dressed in puritan clothes! thanks this was a great story, cheers nell

    • Ivorwen profile imageAUTHOR


      8 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      Thank you, Saddlerider. I have always been appalled by the KKK. I don't understand their way of thinking.

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      8 years ago

      Ivorwen very interesting hub. I am appalled that the KKK call themselves Christians but of course their are CHRISTIANS and there are christians as McHamlet pointed out so well in one of his current hubs. I also must commend you on your comments to his hub. You left a lot for one to think about and analyze the true meaning of Christianity. I rate this UP..great writing.

    • Ivorwen profile imageAUTHOR


      8 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      Thank you Daisy. I had never considered entering this story in a contest. There are others who write so much better than I do. :)

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      Daisy Fabelo 

      8 years ago from miami beach

      Wow you write so well I understand why you have so many followers and this piece can be a short story to be entered in a writing contest you surely would win. Keep writing youre great.

    • Ivorwen profile imageAUTHOR


      8 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      Thank you Magnoliazz! Have you written any of your stories up? I will have to see them.

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      8 years ago from Wisconsin

      I love this story! I also grew up in a haunted farmhouse and know all about going downstairs to the bathroom in the middle of the night!

    • Ivorwen profile imageAUTHOR


      9 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      Thank you Wealthmadehealthy.

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      9 years ago from Somewhere in the Lone Star State

      As though it were real, it gave me goose bumps as is such a shame that all of this is in our history. I know not what to say except that as then, the killings go on today...Thank you for this wonderful piece....

    • Ivorwen profile imageAUTHOR


      9 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      Thank you Lisa. I'm glad you could see it too.

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      9 years ago from Columbus, Ohio

      WOW. This gives me a lot to think about. Amazing experience. You are such a good writer. You give a clear picture to the reader.

    • Ivorwen profile imageAUTHOR


      9 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      Thank you PDH.

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      9 years ago from US is scary, hmmmm...but you can vividly remember it and you write it very well....

    • Ivorwen profile imageAUTHOR


      9 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      LiftedUp: I have often wondered the same thing, or was it a glimpse into a parallel universe?

      Thanks for visiting Prasetio30.

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      9 years ago from malang-indonesia

      it looks extremely weird experience. thanks for share with us.

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      9 years ago from Plains of Colorado

      How many memories are stored in the earth, and how many come out in just such a way as this? The Lord said that Abel's blood cried out to Him from the ground. So, it seems, some memory cried out to you and your brother. Very interesting.

      I always wonder if we will explore some of these things in eternity.

    • Ivorwen profile imageAUTHOR


      9 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      The event at Ft. Hood has brought alot of attention to terrorists who act in the name of religion. I find it sad that many religions bring violence to those outside of their circles.

      As Christians, we are called to live in peace with those around us, as much as it is in our ability to do so. Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment.

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      9 years ago from North Central Louisiana

      How quickly so many have forgotten that the Jihadist Muslims are not the only homegrown terrorists who do what they do in the name of 'religion.'

      I am thankful that the KKK who call themselves Christians are greatly outnumbered by those who are truly loving, caring and peaceful. Excellent hub! Thank you so much.

    • Ivorwen profile imageAUTHOR


      9 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      Thanks for reading Justine!

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      9 years ago

      I have goose bumps....

    • Ivorwen profile imageAUTHOR


      9 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      Thank you so much Putz Ballard. I enjoy writing.

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      Putz Ballard 

      9 years ago

      A very interesting hub, your write so well.


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