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My first memory is waking up, startled in my bed at age 7. I looked around. It was bright, about 7 am. My bed was in the corner my room, and the door was closed. I thought to my self "My name is Lowell Daniels, and I am 7 years old. ", which even then sounded like a strange thing to have to explain to myself. I thought I heard a strange, garbled pair of voices talking outside of my room. It was not a language I could understand. I remembered suddenly that I had parents, and siblings, and I called for them. As soon as I spoke the first name, the voices stopped. I called the rest, ending with "mom" and "dad". Silence. I felt like I had been in the bed forever, frozen like a statue in place, afraid of what could be on the other side of the door. I heard no one open or close doors. I heard no one walk down the creaky stairs, or exit the house. I finally got enough courage to get out of bed and tip toe to the door, saying "This isn't funny guys!", a quiver in my voice. I held the door for what felt like ages, and swung it open. No one. I walked the house, tip toe-ing and sidestepping every creak in the floor I knew the house had. i checked all three levels to find that no one was in the house except me. So I don't have an answer to what happened, but every time I think about it, I get a bit more creeped out. Thanks for checking out my site and work, by the way!