To Uncapsulate

Just to uncapsulate what is in capsule form thus far. I am perhaps around six year old by now, maybe? hmm I am not sure year to year what age or when... Age and time as a mixture has always been quite irrelevant to me , this all may be a cause effected from myself and math not getting along... Anyway, I am young my parents moved me to a very small town/village, we moved from a location in British Colombia, the small town we moved to left much space and opportunity for imagination and old spirits still enjoying the tranquility ... We moved into a house that I will guess was at least ten years old by the time we moved in, our kindergarten was one room and had a wood burning stove, I experienced frightening reoccurring dreams while sleeping in our new home, Physical things have occurred such as marbles shooting out from under bed at unnatural speed according to situation. The strangest thing to happen relating to my bed (other than it being moved closer to the south wall in the dreams where I am paralyzed and have motion for voice but atmosphere does not allow my voice to manifest) The strangest thing was one day in my bed room during the day as the marble incident was (during the day) Not a clue what I was doing in my bedroom this day but my memory records one incident which has been imprinted as a memory since. I may have been cleaning my bedroom or who knows , As any child you have a fair bit of books under and on your bed that have been taken off your shelf for bedtime reading, ...there is one sesame street book I remember I had and it was scratch and sniff, I remember Bert and Ernie had a cookie they were holding and you could smell it (something like that? and no not Cookie Monster) The cookie was chocolate chip but did not smell close to it :) .. Anyway that was around the time this happened I had books like that and perhaps others deeper reading. I was looking under my bed, I do not know if I was looking for something or cleaning..not sure but I pulled a number of books out from under my bed, these books were not very used, I was the first owner... As I was pulling out the books I noticed they were my books but not "my" books I was looking at some much older degraded forms of the boojk copies I owned. Somehow under my bed these books had aged or something, I remember when first pulling them out and seeing them I felt threatened, it did not feel this was just innocent wear and tear, more malicious, that is how it felt to young me. The covers on these books looked like they had been left outside in the rain, the ink on the hard covers was spotty as each hard book cover and even softcover books are made of layers, the first number of layers were worn off these books, The picture and words on cover almost illegible like they had existed much longer then I had owned them and clearly not in the best environment. The books looked water damaged but not warped like water damage the pages and cover was well worn... Hopefully I will come up with words for more detail later, It was like time sped up underneath my bed or the books actually were borrowed and taken to another place..and perhaps left outside, Wish I could remember which books they were, and exactly what was going on at the time, did I show them to my Mom? Many fragments I see clearly but the structure they all make together I fail to see so far