There's Something Here.
Creeping down the almost pitch black hallway, trying to avoid any creaky floorboards
Opening the kitchen door slowly trying to avoid the broom banging on the door where it's hung on the back of it. Stifling a gasp as my toe hits against something - the cats food and water dish. Creeping slowly towards the front hall and stifling a scream with my heart hammering in my chest as I see movement in front of me in the dark, before realizing it's just my reflection in a mirror hung on the far wall. Almost there now, groping on the wall at the side of the door to turn on the outdoor light, turn it up full, then grabbing the door handle and opening the door wide, letting light flood in. I've made it.
This is the performance I go through every night when I go outside for a last smoke before bed. I have to be quiet because Jeff's parents are always in bed at that time which can vary from 1am to 3.30am. Depends on my mood.
But - there's something here in this house with us all - something that shouldn't be and only comes out at night. I can sense it. It's enough for me that I feel like I'm being watched and out of the corner of my eye, I've seen movement late at night that nobody else has caused.
I don't know who it is, but it scares me. It's not a nice feeling and it's not one I can really explain. I've always been sensitive to people from other dimensions, but it's always been Family that I've sensed before. Well apart from one incident I won't go into here.
I guess by now you're all thinking ok she's nuts, or it's all in her imagination. I guess it's all down to personal belief and any experiences you might have had.
I've sensed people in the family since they've passed on since a young age. I can remember my Grandad sitting at the bottom of my bed when I was 8 or 9 a few weeks after he passed on, and it scared the living shit out of me. Since then I've learned to live with it although I haven't seen or sensed my Grandad since then. I have sporadic visits from my Grandma, there's always a very strong smell of Cigarette smoke when she's around (she was a very heavy smoker) and I also have visits from a baby. He's one I lost in early pregnancy a few years ago. He likes to touch my arm or my forehead. I never hear voices when they're around. They don't talk to me, but it's enough that they're there and looking out for me and watching over me, it's really not a scary feeling.
But whoever is in this house is different, it's almost a feeling of not being wanted here - and who could blame them? Jeff and his parents have lived here for 20 years now, and whoever it is has obviously gotten used to it. Then enters a strange person, eats here, sleeps here, and acts likes she lives here in every sense of the word. That must be unsettling. I think one night soon I'm going to get together with jeff and see if we can contact this person and find out where the intense feeling of Hate comes from.
Thanks
Dawn.
Opening the kitchen door slowly trying to avoid the broom banging on the door where it's hung on the back of it. Stifling a gasp as my toe hits against something - the cats food and water dish. Creeping slowly towards the front hall and stifling a scream with my heart hammering in my chest as I see movement in front of me in the dark, before realizing it's just my reflection in a mirror hung on the far wall. Almost there now, groping on the wall at the side of the door to turn on the outdoor light, turn it up full, then grabbing the door handle and opening the door wide, letting light flood in. I've made it.
This is the performance I go through every night when I go outside for a last smoke before bed. I have to be quiet because Jeff's parents are always in bed at that time which can vary from 1am to 3.30am. Depends on my mood.
But - there's something here in this house with us all - something that shouldn't be and only comes out at night. I can sense it. It's enough for me that I feel like I'm being watched and out of the corner of my eye, I've seen movement late at night that nobody else has caused.
I don't know who it is, but it scares me. It's not a nice feeling and it's not one I can really explain. I've always been sensitive to people from other dimensions, but it's always been Family that I've sensed before. Well apart from one incident I won't go into here.
I guess by now you're all thinking ok she's nuts, or it's all in her imagination. I guess it's all down to personal belief and any experiences you might have had.
I've sensed people in the family since they've passed on since a young age. I can remember my Grandad sitting at the bottom of my bed when I was 8 or 9 a few weeks after he passed on, and it scared the living shit out of me. Since then I've learned to live with it although I haven't seen or sensed my Grandad since then. I have sporadic visits from my Grandma, there's always a very strong smell of Cigarette smoke when she's around (she was a very heavy smoker) and I also have visits from a baby. He's one I lost in early pregnancy a few years ago. He likes to touch my arm or my forehead. I never hear voices when they're around. They don't talk to me, but it's enough that they're there and looking out for me and watching over me, it's really not a scary feeling.
But whoever is in this house is different, it's almost a feeling of not being wanted here - and who could blame them? Jeff and his parents have lived here for 20 years now, and whoever it is has obviously gotten used to it. Then enters a strange person, eats here, sleeps here, and acts likes she lives here in every sense of the word. That must be unsettling. I think one night soon I'm going to get together with jeff and see if we can contact this person and find out where the intense feeling of Hate comes from.
Thanks
Dawn.