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why do I have no crosses in the house D:
May. 17th, 2008 01:59 amI'm beginning to think my apartment might be haunted again, and in a less friendly way than I thought when I moved in...here's hoping in the light of day it will all seem like a silly thing to even consider.
I've kind of been having weird glimpses of movement in the mirrors in my apartment from time to time over the past few weeks, and that vague itch you get in your back when you feel you're being watched; both are kinda unsettling but I put them down to being on a big Merrily Watkins/Harry Dresden novels kick (both series which revolve around ghosties and ghoulies and things that go bump in the night).
Still, waking up about twenty minutes ago from a nightmare and coming in to the kitchen go get a glass of chocolate milk, when I tried to turn on my living room overhead light it burned out with a loud pop the second I flipped the switch - and I just replaced it last week. Exasperated but not really that freaked out, I looked over and saw the reflection of the caps lock light on my keyboard on a piece of paper on my bulletin board forming a really quite unfriendly glowy monstrous face-looking pattern, which was very unsettling. I may have uttered a rather unmanly squeak, and I guarantee you I have never moved as fast as I moved to turn on every lamp in my living room after that happened.
(For the record, said caps lock key is now off and said paper is now removed from my bulletin board and torn into itty-bitty pieces and scattered in the trash.)
So here's hoping this is all just my overactive imagination (I DO have one, I know), and that this stuff doesn't continue. Otherwise I'm gonna be looking for a Merrily Watkins of my own. (Or do an exorcism myself; I should be able to, since my grandma Jenny once exorcised a house my parents were living in and having serious paranormal problems with years before they had me, so it should theoretically run in the family I guess?)
But let's just say at the moment, I'm finally feeling creeped-out enough about it at the moment that I'm actually singing every scrap of hymn I can remember from my Catholic-school upbringing under my breath (which means basically I'm singing "His Eye is on the Sparrow" and the first verse of "On Eagle's Wings" over and over), and I don't think I'll be turning any of my lights off or going to bed anytime soon. :(
I've kind of been having weird glimpses of movement in the mirrors in my apartment from time to time over the past few weeks, and that vague itch you get in your back when you feel you're being watched; both are kinda unsettling but I put them down to being on a big Merrily Watkins/Harry Dresden novels kick (both series which revolve around ghosties and ghoulies and things that go bump in the night).
Still, waking up about twenty minutes ago from a nightmare and coming in to the kitchen go get a glass of chocolate milk, when I tried to turn on my living room overhead light it burned out with a loud pop the second I flipped the switch - and I just replaced it last week. Exasperated but not really that freaked out, I looked over and saw the reflection of the caps lock light on my keyboard on a piece of paper on my bulletin board forming a really quite unfriendly glowy monstrous face-looking pattern, which was very unsettling. I may have uttered a rather unmanly squeak, and I guarantee you I have never moved as fast as I moved to turn on every lamp in my living room after that happened.
(For the record, said caps lock key is now off and said paper is now removed from my bulletin board and torn into itty-bitty pieces and scattered in the trash.)
So here's hoping this is all just my overactive imagination (I DO have one, I know), and that this stuff doesn't continue. Otherwise I'm gonna be looking for a Merrily Watkins of my own. (Or do an exorcism myself; I should be able to, since my grandma Jenny once exorcised a house my parents were living in and having serious paranormal problems with years before they had me, so it should theoretically run in the family I guess?)
But let's just say at the moment, I'm finally feeling creeped-out enough about it at the moment that I'm actually singing every scrap of hymn I can remember from my Catholic-school upbringing under my breath (which means basically I'm singing "His Eye is on the Sparrow" and the first verse of "On Eagle's Wings" over and over), and I don't think I'll be turning any of my lights off or going to bed anytime soon. :(
