Back to where it all began, I thought kids lost their sixth sense when they turn five. It somehow reversed on me, I say it was a mistake somehow but I guess not. When I was five years old me and my brother shared a room with bunk beds me on top him bottom. One night I woke up in the middle of the night, usually we slept with the door closed, it was wide open. I was scared so I climbed down to my brother I saw something in our dining room so I looked out of the door.
Where the ceiling was at was a light this light did not reflect off of anything else in the entire room. I saw three white figures come down from it and they were holding something, I tried waking my brother but he was a heavy sleeper. I was a little boy and curious, and even scared of what these things were. My curiosity got the best of me, I noticed that our door was gone it had disappeared or I was seeing through a solid door.
When I reached the spot where the door was I reached out my hand. One of the white figures saw me but didn't do anything I was trying to see if I could touch it. I told my mother what had happened but she told me not to tell anyone cause they'll think I'm weird. When I reached out that's the last I remember so I have no clue what had happened I don't even remember going to bed that night. My mother had seen an improvement in my knowledge in school and everything that happens around me ever since that day.
It has been fifteen long years since that happened I still wonder what happened to me.