A question answered? The weirdest entry since August.
Spent today...
blowdrying emma's keyboard trying to get it to work. It wasn't having any of it! The letters qwerty and spacebar, RIP.
But fath has brought us this one, because our computer doesn't actually work so emic may as well have it.
I keep seeing someone who shouldn't be here walking past me, to my left. They're mid-height with dark hair that would be chin length if it wasn't sticking out quite so much. and they wear black, and a white T-shirt I think. I'm not seeing things, everyone notices this one. This doesn't bother me, what bothered me was turning to walk up the stairs and suddenly hearing someone breathing heavily infront of me. And then after deciding to stay in here, seeing someone with scruffy blonde hair slouching in the left armchair. I really was not expecting that.
It's like 'my first ghost', only thats rubbish because I've felt so many, and heard them. But not full on seen before. It was what I wanted though. I don't exactly like being kept in the dark in anything.
Sorry if this sounds depressing. I kept getting this strong feeling I'd die before the end of the year. Bit of a bugger if I do, considering I will have spent the entirety of my life in education, pulling grades togther so I could do something later on. Bloody con. Dunno why it started, but the thing is I'm not to bothered about it anyway. I guess that not having a home has affected me more than I thought it would.
Then again, it might not be death after all. Dabbling in the occult is idiotic when you don't know your stuff. I know pretty fair well this guy has had no quabbalic etc training... and yet, the fact that if I get involved in this... I could get in serious deep shit, just makes the whole idea so much more appealing. The element of danger is needed. Even though...apparently, If I get this wrong, 'they' will fluff me, and my soul is at risk of being shattered. I didn't know that was even possible. It completely defeats the scientific theory, but I tend to believe Anna Grant over physics. If you wanna hear why I don't agree with physics send my a postcard. Although actually, it's pretty obvious if you know me.
He's read the books. I think, hearing he'd read the most dangerous occult knowledge you can find made my heart sink lower than anything else could. I don't really care if I cease to exist by following the pursuit of knowledge, and I know he's just the same. But it worries me a great deal that if... I don't feel like tempting fate right now. I care too much. Why is it always the nicest people in the world who have to fall the hardest?