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Indian Row
Reminds me of a Bob Dylan song called "Desolaion Row"--great song with great lyrics. Starts off with "They're selling postcards of a Hanging"
Any such thing identified as an "Indian Row", reminds me of laborers. Those in despair, trying to make a living, feed their families, on a very small wage. Such working conditions, can only lead to said despair. As we know, much tragedy comes with these working/living conditions.
So, whatever this person/entity was trying to get across... My guess is, perhaps, something of a warning to you, not to fall into this type of circumstance. Actually, you were well on your way, if only because of the environment you were being exposed to as a child. Perhaps the time you spent in prison, was something of a God sent, as the experience itself left such an impression upon you... Enough so that you seemed to have really started to walk the line and live accordingly. Good on you Danny, for stepping up and changing your lifestyle for the better. As you mentioned about many of your peers... Most kids that are exposed to this type of harsh environment, never make it. Be it life in prison, or premature death.

hey Danny,
like your bro, my father was a door gunner in a chopper, drafted into the Vietnam war. His pilot, and good buddy, was cut in half by another chopper during a very bad landing. My dad was lucky not to have been in the chopper at the time, but unfortunate as he had no way to clamp his buddy's stomach to prevent his insides from spilling. Anyway, just an example of the many horrors of the Vietnam War.
I wouldn't let Kericho get to you. We all make mistakes when we're young, that is how we learn. I'm sure the victim has since forgiven you.

Not just the negative energies, Danny, as MOST of what you describe really is not all that bad. I know that reading about it and living through it sometimes have vastly different feels, but nothing was straight up evil.
Scary as What, but not evil, or really negative.

I keep going back to your sisters experience as it really sounds to me as if she could validate what you were going through at the time. Unless everyone else just kept quiet as they did not wish to bring acknowledgement to it.
You wrote in segment #3 that "...she saw a black shadow of a man leaning over her rubbing her legs." OK. No boots. Do you recall if anything else she described about this shadow figure correlated with what you experienced after the footfalls?
By the by. The description of those footfalls put straight into my mind the sound of a drunk individual returning home after partaking in a few glasses of juice. Or that of an injured party.
What do you know about the physical attributes of that neighbor man before he took that path?

Sadly, most of the older industrial areas in this country have "Rows". They are not called such as a confidence builder, that is for sure. Most often they are a street or two of row houses (Case in point, right across the street from my current residence is a street of Row houses for when this city was big into river trade. Those houses have been ill cared for, but are right on the river near where the old docks used to be, and are affordable for some who would have to live either in a doorway or a box). They were built cheaply to house the workers of whichever business adventure was going on at the time (sound familiar?). The thought process USED to be, if you give them a home, they will have pride in their work, no matter the deprivation they have to live in. No thoughts were ever given to the idea that if one is forced to live in deprivation they may suffer mentally, physically, or socially. Sometimes the only people to know that a neighborhood has been nicknamed a Row are those that reside/d there, or those in neighboring communities. May never make it on a map
Both Colorado and Utah have/had high yields of Native blood. The Ute's uprising in around 1878 or '79 relocated those who were freely living on their ancestral lands to designated areas (implemented by the non-Natives) in both Utah and Colorado. While the Ute's were allowed to travel back through that land to get from one res to another, (which was quite rare. Once a reservation was mapped out, it was generally looked at as a "cage" that they could not leave), they were to stay on the land provided for them.
So, Indian Row could be a neighborhood of housing, a neighborhood of businesses (such as China town) or a state of mind. If your old neighborhood is anything like my old one near Detroit, this may be an impossibility, but are you still in contact with anyone who once lived there at the time you did? As you were so young, you may never have heard of this place called Indian Row, but some, who were older at the time might. Not saying this is a fact, just that it is a possibility.
Wa-do.

zzsgranny,
So many times I wish my experiences were nothing more than a fleeting madness of dreams as a young boy and a blip in my life. But for some reason it's always been with me throughout my life. And I've never forgotten those experiences. And to this day, I still wonder what all that was. This is the first time I've shared these experiences. It feels so wonderful to share these experiences with people like you and other people on this web site, and have so much support for what I went through.
Thank You.

princessLotus
Thank you so much for your understanding.
Not like anyone would understand unless they were there.
Thanks for your understanding.

whitebuffalo,

WOW! That is some incredible insight. I am astounded by several insights that you explained.
"Your Ghost Stories" is the first time I've shared my experiences.
I find your post incredibly fascinating. Especially about a young boy with so much naiveness and completely open to the negative energy and spirits that would love to take the opportunity to cross the wall.
Also love your chronolgy of my experiences.

My sister never experienced a man with boots. She experienced what she thought was a dog in the room breathing and panting heavily.

Just curious.
What exactly does "I'm from Indian Row." mean to you?

Your insight is incredible.

Danny: I have really enjoyed your stories also... I think you're an inspiration to us all... And I agree with WReck, that ALL of our life experiences, good and bad, are what make us the people we are... What doesn't kill you makes you stronger... And I have to apologize for misspelling "INDIAN" like 6 times in our last chat! 😆...I'm a "hunt & peck" typist who has to look at the keyboard and still can't get it right sometimes LOL!...

I'm so glad you have come to this site... For yourself and for us... Keep up the good work!

One more thing, just so that you no longer have to wonder. Friedrich Nietzsche was the one to say: "He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
My personal favorite is: "The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."
Wa-do.

This intrigues me greatly.
Forgive me, I have caught bits and pieces of the comment section, could not tell you from which story, and if I repeat something, I apologize.
I could not tear myself away from your legacy, my friend.
Forgive me, as I stated, I have just read through all of your accounts and saved my comment for this story. I am hoping I got the chronological essence of this right...
I think I may have something for you...

For what it is worth, this is my take on what happened up until this point in your life (the time frame of this story line).

You are a logical and intelligent man, I will just write out my thoughts and partial observations, and you can just add the time lines, if you see the connection.
With the history of the neighboring duplex (added to the family "secret" that remained so for such a long time), and the PROXIMITY of that neighbor (honestly, a WALL) chances are awfully high that any entity forced to pace the floors of his own home would wander a mite beyond his own walls. He could, say, take a walk next door.
There have been a few documented cases of valued seers having their "start" after a long, drawn out illness. Usually accompanied by high fever.
Add one young boy, still VERY MUCH in the age of innocence, and you have a bona fide catalyst for sightings and audio's.
You move in with Dona Maria (who, in your second part of this series, told your Mother that you were sensitive) and the "nightmares" stop.
All the woman did was teach you to pray, and move you INTO her home, and OUT of yours.
You move back home. Nightmares return.
In the third part of this history, we are learning about your sisters (First, was it a Shadow of a man that she saw, or a live person?) experience. I may be just connecting where there are no dots, and if I am, I am sorry.
IF this was a Shadow man, (may sound odd) but do you recall her mentioning anything about a pair of black boots like the ones you saw by you boys can? She assumed it was your Mother's boyfriend. IF this was not a live man... What about the neighbor man who took the life of his wife, children and self? Possibility, or no?
Your vacuum dreams are marvelous. You describe what so many who begin their Spiritual journey describe. And the smoothing of the blanket? That IS one way to "stop" the journey. If you iron the wrinkles, there is no line to follow, therefore, no path to take. You stand and wait.
If you so desire, check out http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=4409. The wrinkles in your atmosphere is very close to the folds in the paper.
Wa-do.

Very Interesting stories I have enjoyed the series. The most important thing I have learned in life is it is what we go through that makes us who we are and we can not miss any aspect of that no matter how unpleasant or wrong it may have been it is what makes us whole. I am glad you got to see and experience all you did. To go through all that and come out a sane functional member of society is great. Kericho has not grown enough to know the value of mistakes and suffering. I hope he knows how blessed he is to not understand such hardships. Thank You again for sharing your stories.

Oh & Kericho, I am usually pretty kind to folks but your comment was completely uncalled for, it only proves your worth. Which is not much from where I stand. & to have a comment like this come from you does not mean much. Like granny said 'shame on you!' make your self useful & go choke on something... I promise that's all I have to say. I don't usually get so pissed but Lordy! LOL!

~~LSD~~

I am so sorry for the things you had to endure through out your childhood & teen years, it must have been devastating to have gone through & get rejected by your step father, I don't know but I am guessing you didn't have a relationship with your biological father, please correct me if I am wrong. With that in mind, of course you took to the streets & found a "family" like relationship with other children from broken homes & yes 9 times out of 10 when that's the facts of your life you turn to crime to survive & become accustomed to it, innocently enough. I don't think you are a bad person, you only adapted to the hand which you were dealt, if you will. I believe 100% in redemption & I'm glad to hear it no longer is a part of your life, you are very lucky my friend to have not been consumed by the abyss as you call it. Thanx for sharing & God bless you man.

~~LSD~~

DeviousAngel

Vietnam was chaos. Everyone was either stoned or drunk. The worst part was the smell which I never got used to even after my 15 month tour. It was burning feces and dead fish. That's how all camps got rid of feces. There were no nice bathrooms with running water, etc. The water came from huge tanks.
I was lucky. I never saw any action. I was assigned to the United States Geospatial-Intelligence. We created strategic maps for the next fire strikes against the Vietcong in the jungles.
My younger brother was not so lucky, he was part of a helicopter crew that was responsible for rescuing wounded American soldiers from the war zones. I only saw him once the entire time I was there, and that was after one of his rounds where he was dropping off the wounded and the dead to a hospital... DUC PHO.
We spent 30 minutes together, and I could tell he was emotionally spent. He never stopped pacing. His biggest battle he told me was fighting off the South Vietnamese soldiers that were on our side. Every time they took off to bring back the wounded or dead from the war zone, the South Vietnames soldiers would swarm out of the jungles and hang on the helicopters. He was the helicopter's gunner.

If anything was worse than Vietnam, it was prison. Being locked up with more than 800 of the worst criminals is beyond description. The worst of the worst. If anyone thinks pistol whipping someone is violent, let them spend one single day in a prison. Still, it woke me up. I think I had a nervous break down for the first six months. But as I said, it was a wake up call for me. Every day, I would say..."Is this who I am?"
If it wasn't for that experience, I think I would be dead by now. As are most people I grew up with in my neighborhood.

But still, out of all my experiences, my awake nightmares fascinate me the most. I wish I knew why and how it happened.

That's why I'm psyched... Pardon the pun... About finding this web site. So many people like you and I. I've barely scratched the surface with all the posts on here.

Kericho: I think you're being a bit hastey with your judgement... Have you read any other of Danny's stories?...A little understanding goes a long way... And why are you so quick to defend DEMONS?...This man pulled himself, with NO-ONE ELSE'S HELP, out of a life that most people can't imagine...He's gracious enough to let us into his very soul, and you're spewing on him... Shame on you...

Judge not, lest ye be judged...

Darn!
Where's the ignore button when you need it most? I guess there is none. Oh well.

Kericho,
LOL

I can understand the pistol whip thing. But I served my time, and paid my dues. I'm a better person for it. As far as me taking a crap on someone's floor, it was one of her cats that weighs almost 60 lbs, because she was raised on dog food. We found out later. I Didn't include that detail as I didn't a lot of other things that happened. My story is long enough as it is.

But ironically, I've read all of your posts. I won't tit for tat with you, but I think you should look in the mirror now and then. There's a little bit of an angry person behind most of your posts.

Wish I could say thanks for your posting...LOL.
Now please go be rude somewhere else.

Pjod, I define a bad person as someone who would pistol whip another person or take a crap on someone's floor when he's that person's guest.

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone, Kericho.

Danny, I am endlessly fascinated by your visions and experiences. I'm sorry that so much trouble visited throughout your life, both to you and your family. The fact that your younger siblings seem to have seen whatever it was you were sensing tells me that something followed you throughout your life. Perhaps all of this was leading you to the path you should have been taking. It's not always what people think is "right", but it seems that after the worst of your life was behind you, good things came to you afterwards. When you say that you went to Vietnam, do you mean during the war? Because I would think that would lead to a whole new slew of nightmares.

Kericho,
How could you say that about someone you don't know? "Bad person"--how would you, Kericho, define a "Bad person"--in your book of life, what does a person have to do to be considered "Bad"?

Kericho,
You're too fast to judge.
Most kids raised in ghettos turn to crime. And 89% end up being criminals for life. In fact, I have maybe 10 people I know from my ghetto, the rest are dead.
I went on to get my college degree, went to Vietnam, and ended up working for Honeywell Corporation for 2o years as an Art Director, worked with Walt Disney in the 80's on the movie Tron, and many other Advertising Agencies.
Some people just don't think beyond their first impressions before they make a judgement.

I think you're just a bad person. Quit trying to blame demons for all your problems.