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?
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