sher
Skilled Investigator
Hi all,
It's been a while since I posted and I have been debating whether or not to share this, but I feel it's OK to, afterall, it's my experience. This could turn in to a long post as there are details that can't be left out.
Four years old, I had a recurring nightmare, as kids do I suppose, always the same result etc.
In this nightmare, I entered what seemed like a shut down theme park( although I wouldn't have been able to describe it like that at four years old, only in hindsight),
I already felt afraid and I know that there is someone there waiting for me and I know that they're not nice...just a feeling.
This turns out to be a witch, and she would jump out at me, she had really long, really white fingers, she was almost blurred too, had a constant cackle..I guess the description could be typical of how a child of four would perceive a witch to be...in every dream I would be chased to the point of exhaustion, I'd get lost in the theme park, but towards the end of the dream she would catch me at the gates, a moment of terror for me and then I would wake up.
I'm not sure how long I had these dreams for, but there came a point in that nightmare, that I found a new strength, an inner voice in the dream 'me', and this time I wasn't scared, I took control, and just waited for the witch this time, let her chase me, and as I neared the gates I tripped her up, as she fell she landed on her face, busting her nose. I was able to just open the gates and walk out. I never had that dream again.
Five years later I was abducted by a fourteen year old girl who put me through emotional and physical ordeals.
I had been visiting my dad, and was out playing in the playground with my step brother and brother. Sitting on the swings, we saw a girl with a dog so I went to say hello, stroke the dog etc, the girl (later to be identified as Anne-marie Taylor) asked if I would like to walk to the top of the park with her and the dog, I said ok as I couldn't see a reason not to..the top of the park would still have kept me at a safe distance from my two brothers, they could still see me.
Anyway, we got talking, she let me hold the dogs lead and I guess I just got lost in the chat etc, then I realised that I couldn't see my brothers, so I asked her to take me back.That's when it all started.
She told me that I wasn't allowed to go back, that I had to walk with her, do everything she said, and if I didn't the I'd get smacked. So I just walked,became numb, too scared to run, was lost anyway by now. This wasn't my home town. I was stuck. I remember it was freezing that day.
The ordeal lasted six hours, she walked me through alley ways, constant winding, like a maze. All the chat from her was basically threats, horrific 'promises' of what was to come, telling me to do stupid things like stand on a bench, motionless and if I moved then I'd be punished.
We ended up on a railway embankment, from what I can remember it was a disused railway, there are lots in Yorkshire. She told me to sit down, then explained that she was going to slap me five times around each cheek and I wasn't to make a sound, if I did, worse would be done. She did what she had said she was going to do, but the last one was so hard, I couldn't help but cry out.So the punishment was a smacked backside. The same rules applied, I must not make a noise...it was humiliating as she didn't smack me through my clothes.
I'm going to get to the point,as I realise that this is going on a bit..
Anne marie got it in to her head that she could force me to get down a manhole and stood over me whilst I pretended to try and undo it, this is where I felt a surge of complete anger, I felt brave and I began plotting my escape, I could see she was unravelling, her ideas were becoming more and more ridiculous, I was tired and so was she. Her last idea was my moment to escape her, she was attempting to break in to a car and asked me to look out for anyone (on a main road btw)
I did know where I was from this road and knew my way home, though she wasn't aware of that. So as she worked on the lock of the car door, I gathered all of my strength and bravery that I could, and then I ran and ran and ran..I remember her saying "you little bitch get back here", but I just ran.
She caught up with me, I could hear her coming up behind me, and without any hesitaion, just waited, calmly, still running but calm somehow, stuck out my right foot and just as with the witch in the dream, she fell and bust her nose.I then ran the rest of the way home.
The end result was, police, I passed out, had to give countless statements, undergo examinations, I recieved intesnsive counselling two weeks after and finally cried about it. Anne marie was caught and sent away from the area, to a young offenders institute as far as I know.
It's been a while since I posted and I have been debating whether or not to share this, but I feel it's OK to, afterall, it's my experience. This could turn in to a long post as there are details that can't be left out.
Four years old, I had a recurring nightmare, as kids do I suppose, always the same result etc.
In this nightmare, I entered what seemed like a shut down theme park( although I wouldn't have been able to describe it like that at four years old, only in hindsight),
I already felt afraid and I know that there is someone there waiting for me and I know that they're not nice...just a feeling.
This turns out to be a witch, and she would jump out at me, she had really long, really white fingers, she was almost blurred too, had a constant cackle..I guess the description could be typical of how a child of four would perceive a witch to be...in every dream I would be chased to the point of exhaustion, I'd get lost in the theme park, but towards the end of the dream she would catch me at the gates, a moment of terror for me and then I would wake up.
I'm not sure how long I had these dreams for, but there came a point in that nightmare, that I found a new strength, an inner voice in the dream 'me', and this time I wasn't scared, I took control, and just waited for the witch this time, let her chase me, and as I neared the gates I tripped her up, as she fell she landed on her face, busting her nose. I was able to just open the gates and walk out. I never had that dream again.
Five years later I was abducted by a fourteen year old girl who put me through emotional and physical ordeals.
I had been visiting my dad, and was out playing in the playground with my step brother and brother. Sitting on the swings, we saw a girl with a dog so I went to say hello, stroke the dog etc, the girl (later to be identified as Anne-marie Taylor) asked if I would like to walk to the top of the park with her and the dog, I said ok as I couldn't see a reason not to..the top of the park would still have kept me at a safe distance from my two brothers, they could still see me.
Anyway, we got talking, she let me hold the dogs lead and I guess I just got lost in the chat etc, then I realised that I couldn't see my brothers, so I asked her to take me back.That's when it all started.
She told me that I wasn't allowed to go back, that I had to walk with her, do everything she said, and if I didn't the I'd get smacked. So I just walked,became numb, too scared to run, was lost anyway by now. This wasn't my home town. I was stuck. I remember it was freezing that day.
The ordeal lasted six hours, she walked me through alley ways, constant winding, like a maze. All the chat from her was basically threats, horrific 'promises' of what was to come, telling me to do stupid things like stand on a bench, motionless and if I moved then I'd be punished.
We ended up on a railway embankment, from what I can remember it was a disused railway, there are lots in Yorkshire. She told me to sit down, then explained that she was going to slap me five times around each cheek and I wasn't to make a sound, if I did, worse would be done. She did what she had said she was going to do, but the last one was so hard, I couldn't help but cry out.So the punishment was a smacked backside. The same rules applied, I must not make a noise...it was humiliating as she didn't smack me through my clothes.
I'm going to get to the point,as I realise that this is going on a bit..
Anne marie got it in to her head that she could force me to get down a manhole and stood over me whilst I pretended to try and undo it, this is where I felt a surge of complete anger, I felt brave and I began plotting my escape, I could see she was unravelling, her ideas were becoming more and more ridiculous, I was tired and so was she. Her last idea was my moment to escape her, she was attempting to break in to a car and asked me to look out for anyone (on a main road btw)
I did know where I was from this road and knew my way home, though she wasn't aware of that. So as she worked on the lock of the car door, I gathered all of my strength and bravery that I could, and then I ran and ran and ran..I remember her saying "you little bitch get back here", but I just ran.
She caught up with me, I could hear her coming up behind me, and without any hesitaion, just waited, calmly, still running but calm somehow, stuck out my right foot and just as with the witch in the dream, she fell and bust her nose.I then ran the rest of the way home.
The end result was, police, I passed out, had to give countless statements, undergo examinations, I recieved intesnsive counselling two weeks after and finally cried about it. Anne marie was caught and sent away from the area, to a young offenders institute as far as I know.