My Haunted House

There has always been "something" here. It always scared me as a child. I could feel it and hear it walking up to me as a child. It would get to within three feet of me and I would take off and run to Daddy or if he wasn't here, out the front door. Daddy would always look surprised when I rushed up to him, out of breathe, panting but he NEVER asked me why. And I would stand there for a while and then wander off!




At night, me and Jackie could feel it moving around the edge of our beds, like something was walking on our beds. Jackie is much less sensitive then me and to her it was like a small dog was walking there. For me it was like a two foot centipede was crawling on the edge of the bed. This didn't bother us. You see, it had always been, since I was four. We thought it was our nerves! It actually didn't occur to me that this shouldn't been happening until I was in my thirties! Then I asked Jackie if she had felt it too (for me, since I still lived here, it was ongoing). And she said yes, and then she thought about it, and what it meant, and got scared.



When I was 25, and taking a nap, it kissed me. I was lying on my back, and had my eyes closed. It was a bright sunny day. Suddenly, the room went dark, like someone was leaning over me and cutting off the sunlight falling on my eyelids. At the same time I felt pressure on my lips. Well, that was the end of the nap. For decades after that I slept on my stomach or side, for fear it would happen again.



And then, there was the unplugged computer monitor that on occasion glowed in the dark. I would look at it, knowing that for one, it was off, two not plugged in and roll over and stare at the wall and pretend it wasn't happening. Also, I could hear things being moved around in the dark.



It takes thing. Sometimes it doesn't return them. Most of the tea spoons are gone now. The most prominate example is the time I was doing my income tax about three hours before they were due. I did what I always do, do them in pencil twice on a separate piece of paper, and make sure the math was coming out right. Then I did it in ink on the actual income tax forms and then went to attach the W2 wage statement to the forms. They weren't on the desk any more. Now mind you, I had looked at them each time to get the figures off them when doing the math. I looked at the floor. Nope, not there. Not in the living room. Not in the dining room. Not in the kitchen. Not in the hall way. Not in my parent's bedroom, nor in the other or in mine. Not in the bathroom. No where to be found. I made three circuits of the house. Nada! By this time I had 45 minutes left to mail them. I screamed into the air in the living room, "You give them back! If I don't mail them on time there will be a penalty payment, and I can't afford that! Please!" I made another circuit. I found them on the floor in my old bedroom.



I could feel it in my bedroom closet. At least, that spirit. That one, the one who tried to scare me wasn't "nice". I knew where it was located. In my bedroom closet. Three feet in and three feet into the backyard, but I couldn't feel it when I was IN the back yard. This is why I haven't used my closet for like 20 years. This came to a head, just before we went to England, about 19 years ago. I used to play a video game called Bubble Bobble. One time I woke up in the middle of the night. I was facing the window. Out in the back yard, like a balloon, I could see a glowing sphere. It slowly rotated. At the same time my hand was crawling across the bed to the switch for my nightstand light. As it rotated one of the faces from Bubble Bobble came into view on it. At the same time my hand hit the light switch, a horrible thought occurred to me. What if because it was glowing it was being reflected on the window, then maybe it wasn't OUT in the back yard, but IN my room, by parallax displacement, about two foot above my head. I carefully looked up. Nope, nothing there. I got my bible and prayed. I knew from talking to people that I couldn't cast it out of the house. It had to be Daddy and Daddy didn't believe, or even seem to be aware anything was happening. Every time I talked to him about it, it was like it got erased. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I asked God to keep it locked up, to keep it from bothering me. Not to cast it out, but to make it leave me ALONE. And that worked. In fact, I think that one has moved on. I can't feel it any more.



Now there is another and that is the one that takes things and moves thing around. It's just mischievous. It likes to bother BF. It liked to turn on her bed room light. She slept with a face mask. When she got up, it would be on and she would ask me if I had been in her room at night. I would always tell her, "Yes BF, for some unfathomable reason I felt the need to go to your room at 3:30 a.m. and I forgot to turn off your light when I left!" And then I would look at her. She would gulp and looked uncomfortable . One time, she came home and found a bag of potatoes chips scattered around her room. In her bathroom they were lined up in rows. They were even inside her pillow case! Since she has moved out, it has gone to visit her! She knows when it is there by how the cats act. and she knows when it found out where she went. She was in her apartment and she took a nap in her bedroom. Her front door was locked with two locks. When she got up, she found the door wide open, both locks unlocked! Since then it has visited her on a regular basic.

Do you believe?

Ah Man, The USA Is Out Of The World Cup

I'm heart broken. I really wanted Donovan to pull the USA"s butt out of the fire again. Score a miraculous goal once again. But it was not to be. But I still have England! England better win against Germany tomorrow. Regardless, of whether MY favorites go on, I've asked for July 11th off, so I can see the final. I'm thinking of going to a sport's bar for this. I'm also thinking of asking BF to go with me. However I don't know whether she could stand to spend that much time watching soccer!

I have watched most of the previous games, about eight of them I think? Yes, I make swooshing noises when the ball is kicked, I scream when players trip over each other, and shriek when a goal is scored! I scare the crap out of the cats! I have figured out most of the basic rules, and now am moving on to the formations.I think I will keep on watching soccer. I have discovered the sport search button on the guide!!!!

Cousin Nigel gets on Face Book and gives tips as to rules, and results. We also do a  little chat about it as well.

Must find out how long soccer season is. I think I'll start looking at leagues. . .


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I have been giving Goosie cans of Fancy Feast. She seems to be more happy. Still really skinny, but doesn't spend all her time meowing that meow of discontent. She actually purrs. Maybe canned food is the cure.

Well, I am getting better at last!

I  can sorta breathe out of both sides now. Production of snot has really slowed down. Still have terrible cough however. Still much more energy and much more focused.

So now I can devote my attention to worrying about Goosie.

She is sick again, that is plain. She is very skinny and where she was cranky before, now she is filled with devil spit. She complains all the time. She rubs her face against my hand (the mouth again?), but then slashes me. She slashes me if I stop as well. There's no pleasing her. She is spending a lot of her time underneath the bed, that's a change, and she is drinking a large amount of water. She eats a little. Appetite not good.

So, the mouth again, or kidneys, or the return of FIP? I don't have any money. The most I could give up is $100.00. Maybe they would accept barter. I have my Hallmark Star Trek orderments. . .

But, first, I'm going to try the broth and syrine on her. Maybe she will scream again.

Wow, I am still so sick!

I have been on the amoxcillin for four days now, and it's like I'm taking a sugar pill! I keep running a fever at night and my throat has been dusty. Right now, it has gone very wet. I am blowing my nose, coughing up stuff, the gummy stuff is gone.

I have to work tonight. Also must get paperwork from work so I can fill out unemployment stuff and mail it off. Also need to mow lawn. Very badly. The grass stalks are up to my knees! Still haven't put handcart wheels on mower. Need a vice grip and cannot find mine. So I'm just going to drag mower out there and just try to keep it balanced on three wheels.

Washed my hair at last. The guy two houses down was staring at me this morning as I watered. I looked like I had a fright wig on, as I haven't combed or washed my hair for three days.

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Have gotten into World Cup Soccer! Will write separate post about that when I feel better.

Went to the doctor

Yes, it's bronchitis. I have a prescription for penicillin and cough syrup. I was right, there was only five people before me when I got there at 10:20. Was out by noon. Of course the pharmacy is closed on Sunday, but what the heck.

I am really sick!

I am going to have to go to the county tomorrow. I am coughing my lungs out, and I feel like I can't get enough air to boot. I feel like I just took a drag off a cigarette, that deep down burning in the bottom of the lungs. . .got that.

Ran into former supervisor at Wallyworld the other day. He lost his job about a month ago. He tried (or so I've heard) to try and get another supervisor to be a better supervisor. Unfortunately, this other supervisor is related to management. Had a little chat with him. It's nice that he has enough manners to speak to me, even although he doesn't like me.

Have been talking to Nigel on chat! Yes, thanks to losing my day job, I have now gotten into such bad habits, that I'm still on the computer at one a.m. and can talk to him. It's great. He's such a funny guy. Harrison is soooo cute. I wish I could hold him. He's such a little darling.

Enduring Love, post script. . .

Actually it turns out that's not the end of the stalker (Rhys Ifans), when Joe (Daniel Craig) stabs him. In the credits, there a scene of what I assume is a mental ward. It slowly pans across a variety of inmates, and then goes into a room where a man is writing at a desk. The man stops writing, turns his face towards the camera, and smiles. Yes, it's the stalker! And THEN you start wondering about the films title, and exactly who's enduring love is the movie all about. . .

Daniel Craig, Captain's Log Supplemental. . .

I bought Enduring Love (used), and re watched it. It was actually quite good. This makes the third time I've seen it. And the reason I think it's better the third time around is, because I think that the movie I got from the Library is missing scenes! It looks the same, packaging is the same, etc, but I think it's been edited. I don't think it's like whole scenes have been removed, just parts of existing scenes. It's like a edited for TV movie, as to running time for time slot. The missing parts make the movie much more connected and intense. Of course the only way I could prove that the library copy has been edited is to get it again, and play both copies at the same time. One in the DVD player, the other in my computer, and then see if there's any discrepancies. I'm very temped to do that.

I'm becoming rather suspicious of the movies at the public library now. I can see clips on You-Tube that have missing scenes from movies I have gotten at the library, and yet there's no mention on the library version that it's a edited copy. . .

You Know That Surviving The Zombies Blog thing I Wanted To do?

The Dog Days In Zombieville, has already beaten me to it. Frak!