>True Hauntings… read at your own risk.

>I think my apartment is haunted.

I know it’s very timely and cool and all to tell you this on the eve of All Hallow’s Eve, possibly the coolest holiday to still exist, but I’m really only half jesting here. I should probably be honest and say that whatever force exists, I should tell you it’s not really space-centric, but follows me from apartment to apartment. So whether “it” is an evil doppleganger, my Seth, my Sybil, or some other freaky named alter ego or extra personality – some kind of hidden force that has been messing with me lo these many years. It manifests itself in three chief ways.

One is kind of odd – I wake up at 3:00 a.m. in the morning. On the dot. From a deep sleep, and for no apparent reason. No sound, light or mid-morning cat prancing going on. Nope. I just bolt right up (not likely, for I sure can’t do that when I really need to!) and go, ‘dang it must be three…’ and sure enough it is. I usually fall back to sleep pretty quickly after that, but it’s still a bit odd, don’t you think? However…. maybe not. Back when I was about 13 I was really into occult and read every single book in the public library (all 12! woo hoo!) on the subject. One of the things that was mentioned was that the ‘veil between our side and the unseen side was thinnest’ at 3:00 a.m. So I often try to hone in on the vibe – and find out if someone is trying to tell me something. I must be a crappy psychic though because in all these years I’ve never gotten a message.

The next thing that happens is just plain silly. I tend to have lots of jewelry, being pretty devoted to the subject for much of my life. But there’s something here that also really digs on shiny stuff. I hope I’m not painting myself a complete nutter here, but here’s the deal. Various bits of jewelry goes missing for weeks at a time. I know where I put it, so I’m not making this up. Later, just as surely as it disappeared, the stuff returns to its original spot. Yup. I’m thinking fairies, grimlins, or at the very worst goblins. I know, I probably read way too much Grimms Fairie tales in my youth, but wouldn’t it be easier to blame it on the little buggers than to admit to losing my memory? (and I swear to you, my amethyst drop that my sister gave me DID go missing for three months. I checked the box where I had placed it and it even dumped it out- twice. It was NOT there. Then, last week I was looking for something else, and there it was. Thanks, gremlins! Now the little f*ckers apparently traded me that for a couple of pair of rhinestone ear studs I had just bought for $1.50 at Forever 21. Like me, they don’t judge for price or quality…. they like the shiiiiiine.)

And finally, the weirdest thing is the hardest to talk about, cause it really does kind of scare me, and I really don’t have an explanation that doesn’t make me quake a bit in fear. For some reason, I often wake up with bruises on my upper arms that are completely unaccountable. Well not too often – but once a month is quite often enough for me, at any rate. The freakist part is that there are obviously four ‘finger’ looking marks on one side and a ‘thumb’ mark on the opposite, as if someone (thing?) has gripped my arm really hard and dragged me around. I thought it was myself grabbing with my own hand, but the finger marks are on the wrong side for that to be possible. I also sometimes get bruising on my legs that is similarly human-looking in origin, but mostly it’s arms. My friends and even coworkers at my jobs have commented on these, so unfortunately I’m not hallucinating. This is freaking me out now so I’m going to
move on to another blog topic.

If you have any ideas on what any of these phenomenons might be, I am open to your mail. Thanks in advance… hoping for a bruise free Halloween!

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