(14): The coolest night ever.
Why am I posting this, huh? Two reasons. For memory purposes. And because it needs to be documented. And also, a third reason: Last night was fucking dope.
Being sick is awesome. It sure has it's benefits.
Anyway, I'm just going to kick it off without introduction. I'm not going to tell you WHAT it is, but see what it did.
I was sitting at my computer, just surfing that damned net, and just basically relaxing in my chair. I realize how boring it is, so I wonder off to my bed. It's around 8 PM. Now, I just lay back up and stare up at the ceiling. Not much going on then, just chilling, looking around. Thinking, hey, maybe I should go watch a movie? Then, nah, too much focusing. I just skedadel back to my computer, try to rock the interweb some more, and realize both my eyes cannot focus on one thing. So, I put a hand over one eye and type in web addresses. Didn't know what the hell I was typing, but oh well. I just ditch the computer, and lay back on my bed.
I'm feeling okay by now, feeling fresh, a little tired like I usually do come nightfall. Then, I subtley start noticing that there's this blur above my doorframe. Now, it's a moving blur, like when you look through a heat wave and see all stuff behind it shift, you know? I thought my room was being pumped full of heat or something. Ah, no thing. I look up at my thermometer, the nozzle on it anyway, and I see this fucking hand, ghastly and translucent, turning up and down my heat. I'm like, that's cool. Then, back to the door. Man, I don't know why this didn't wig me out, but there was a ghostly figure floating in front of my door, with his back to me, fucking with my door. I think I remember talking to it, saying 'Shoo' or something badass like that.
That's about when I see steam coming off my blanket. Yeah, I had a blanket over me. Then, the steam starts getting thicker and thicker, coming off my chest and from out of my blanket. 'Cept I didn't feel all the warm. It was about medium temperature in my room, actually a little cold. So I'm wondering why the hell I'm steaming up the ceiling. Then, I look at the top shelves in my clost from my bed, and I see this other ghost moving my boxes and stuff around, looking for shit or something. So, I look back to the door, and out of the corner of my eye I see a pitch-black bird fly out of my clothes rack from my closet. Then, a little crazy black shadow monkey jumped out of one of the boxes and ran under my bed.
So I'm still sitting there, and I realize my computer is on. I also realize I've been listening to Bloodhound Gangs - 'Discovery Channel' on an endless loop. Remember that song? 'Let's do it like they do on the disco --' you get it. Endless loop. So I change it to Marcy Playground, Sex and Candy. Man, that song was beamed into my head just then. Then, couldn't hear it all. I have bad attention, ya know.
So, I lay down again, just chilling. The ghost people are still floating around, touching stuff in my room. Then, I notice my coat rack is acting up again. Now, this jacket that's hanging out, it starts moving like there's a big breeze behind it. No breeze. Than, I could've swore that little black ghost monkey was in it, because it started to move a little faster, than faster, than it was flailing all over the place. I'm like, damnit. But hey, no sweat off my brow.
I sit on the edge of my bed, and I swear my dad walked in, asking if I was still sick. I told him yes, of course I was, I don't think I can go to school today. Then a few minutes later, I'm laying in bed again, and I realize that I just had now talked to my dad, who wasn't even in the house. And today wasn't a school day. Also, I don't know how I got from the edge of the bed to laying down in it again, but I do remember sitting up. So, I sits up again, and there's this sheet of paper on my bed. I'm sitting there, reading it, and I notice it has a picture of a (girls) face. I'm like, 'wait a minute, I know her' and I reach to pick the paper up and look at it closer, and my hand hits the bedsheet. Then, my eyes focus. Paper wasn't there.
I lay down again, which I DON'T KNOW HOW HAPPENED, and I keep seeing the ghost dude floating around, now messing with my sheets. Black arms of shadow were reaching up out of every corner of my room, and sometimes wildlife would just streak out of nowhere and run and hide under stuff.
So I gets up, and I hear the TV in the living room start BLASTING. I'm like (for some reason) 'MY BAD' and run into the living room, and notice, the tv isn't on. Someone must've turned it on, I think. But no one was home, I believe. I walk up behind this recyliner, and look at the top part of it for no direct reason. And I notice, that these little brown hairs start sprouting out of it. Just slow, then it was like a head full of hair on top of the damn thing. I reach to touch it, and I could've swore I could feel it. But I focused my eyes really really hard on it, and it slowly, slowly dissapeared. Wierd, I think to myself. I sit down in that very same recliner, and noticed that the couch suddenly is having holes punched into it from the inside-out, with what seemed to be like a nail gun. It was wierd. Every where I looked thereafter on the couch, seemed to be having holes punched into it in rapid sucession from the inside-out.
Then I went to bed. With those damn ghost floating over me still.
Man, that shit was THE shit. It's already a cherished memory.
Being sick is awesome. It sure has it's benefits.
Anyway, I'm just going to kick it off without introduction. I'm not going to tell you WHAT it is, but see what it did.
I was sitting at my computer, just surfing that damned net, and just basically relaxing in my chair. I realize how boring it is, so I wonder off to my bed. It's around 8 PM. Now, I just lay back up and stare up at the ceiling. Not much going on then, just chilling, looking around. Thinking, hey, maybe I should go watch a movie? Then, nah, too much focusing. I just skedadel back to my computer, try to rock the interweb some more, and realize both my eyes cannot focus on one thing. So, I put a hand over one eye and type in web addresses. Didn't know what the hell I was typing, but oh well. I just ditch the computer, and lay back on my bed.
I'm feeling okay by now, feeling fresh, a little tired like I usually do come nightfall. Then, I subtley start noticing that there's this blur above my doorframe. Now, it's a moving blur, like when you look through a heat wave and see all stuff behind it shift, you know? I thought my room was being pumped full of heat or something. Ah, no thing. I look up at my thermometer, the nozzle on it anyway, and I see this fucking hand, ghastly and translucent, turning up and down my heat. I'm like, that's cool. Then, back to the door. Man, I don't know why this didn't wig me out, but there was a ghostly figure floating in front of my door, with his back to me, fucking with my door. I think I remember talking to it, saying 'Shoo' or something badass like that.
That's about when I see steam coming off my blanket. Yeah, I had a blanket over me. Then, the steam starts getting thicker and thicker, coming off my chest and from out of my blanket. 'Cept I didn't feel all the warm. It was about medium temperature in my room, actually a little cold. So I'm wondering why the hell I'm steaming up the ceiling. Then, I look at the top shelves in my clost from my bed, and I see this other ghost moving my boxes and stuff around, looking for shit or something. So, I look back to the door, and out of the corner of my eye I see a pitch-black bird fly out of my clothes rack from my closet. Then, a little crazy black shadow monkey jumped out of one of the boxes and ran under my bed.
So I'm still sitting there, and I realize my computer is on. I also realize I've been listening to Bloodhound Gangs - 'Discovery Channel' on an endless loop. Remember that song? 'Let's do it like they do on the disco --' you get it. Endless loop. So I change it to Marcy Playground, Sex and Candy. Man, that song was beamed into my head just then. Then, couldn't hear it all. I have bad attention, ya know.
So, I lay down again, just chilling. The ghost people are still floating around, touching stuff in my room. Then, I notice my coat rack is acting up again. Now, this jacket that's hanging out, it starts moving like there's a big breeze behind it. No breeze. Than, I could've swore that little black ghost monkey was in it, because it started to move a little faster, than faster, than it was flailing all over the place. I'm like, damnit. But hey, no sweat off my brow.
I sit on the edge of my bed, and I swear my dad walked in, asking if I was still sick. I told him yes, of course I was, I don't think I can go to school today. Then a few minutes later, I'm laying in bed again, and I realize that I just had now talked to my dad, who wasn't even in the house. And today wasn't a school day. Also, I don't know how I got from the edge of the bed to laying down in it again, but I do remember sitting up. So, I sits up again, and there's this sheet of paper on my bed. I'm sitting there, reading it, and I notice it has a picture of a (girls) face. I'm like, 'wait a minute, I know her' and I reach to pick the paper up and look at it closer, and my hand hits the bedsheet. Then, my eyes focus. Paper wasn't there.
I lay down again, which I DON'T KNOW HOW HAPPENED, and I keep seeing the ghost dude floating around, now messing with my sheets. Black arms of shadow were reaching up out of every corner of my room, and sometimes wildlife would just streak out of nowhere and run and hide under stuff.
So I gets up, and I hear the TV in the living room start BLASTING. I'm like (for some reason) 'MY BAD' and run into the living room, and notice, the tv isn't on. Someone must've turned it on, I think. But no one was home, I believe. I walk up behind this recyliner, and look at the top part of it for no direct reason. And I notice, that these little brown hairs start sprouting out of it. Just slow, then it was like a head full of hair on top of the damn thing. I reach to touch it, and I could've swore I could feel it. But I focused my eyes really really hard on it, and it slowly, slowly dissapeared. Wierd, I think to myself. I sit down in that very same recliner, and noticed that the couch suddenly is having holes punched into it from the inside-out, with what seemed to be like a nail gun. It was wierd. Every where I looked thereafter on the couch, seemed to be having holes punched into it in rapid sucession from the inside-out.
Then I went to bed. With those damn ghost floating over me still.
Man, that shit was THE shit. It's already a cherished memory.