April 15, 2010

• My mother talks to orbs

  I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that my house is haunted. My mother gets these fantastic pictures of orbs. I have albums full of them. She’s taken to talking to them, asking them to help with this or that, sometimes just asking them to show up in her pictures. I rarely watch those ghost hunting shows on tv, but compared to the pictures my mother gets of her orbs, the guys on tv are strictly amateur. Either that, or there was a massacre on our property because she’s taken pictures in the back yard so heavily orbed that you literally cannot count them all. They fill every available space like bubbles of carbonation in the air.
  
  Recently I rearranged my room to put in the air conditioner. I do this every year, not that I’ve run more than the fan when it gets stuffy. My allergies are such that it’s nearly impossible for me to enjoy a nice day by opening my windows, not without dosing myself with sleep-inducing medication. It really sucks. I can’t even leave my window open a crack at night because I’m such a light sleeper. But speaking of being a light sleeper, I moved my altar around so that it sits at the foot of my bed now instead of by the door. Ever since then, there’s been some phenomena, culminating with something “nudging” my bed last night.
  
  I can’t say for sure that it was moving my altar that did it, since I also had to go into the attic for my air conditioner. There is something in the attic that doesn’t like to be disturbed. I’ve known it since we moved in. Typically we have a live and let live arrangement. So long as I don’t go up too often, it refrains from coming down. Aside from opening the door to get my air conditioner however, it’s not like I’ve been plaguing it with visits. So perhaps it is some combination of going up and moving my altar. I’m tempted to ask my mom to ask the orbs to intercede, but after I cut my hair, my sister asked if I had a nervous breakdown. Don’t want to give the brat any other reasons to pick on me.
  
  It’s not an aggressive haunting, and I’m not afraid, but it’s distracting and a little startling when you don’t expect things to touch you or move out of the corner of your eye. There’ve been the typical mystery drafts of any normal haunting. However one thing the attic “ghost” did from the start was smells. After a few (extremely) nasty smells when we first moved in, that kind of stopped. Lately, I’ve been smelling all kinds of things, and not at all unpleasant, so I can’t even say if it is the attic ghost doing it. Seriously, right now I smell a kind of rose-water perfume. Sometimes I smell fruit. I’ve even smelled cooking when I know I’m the only one in the house, we haven’t had a neighbor in the other half of the house in almost six months, and no windows are open to let a smell in. I’d worry that I have a tumor, since phantom smells can be a symptom, but then there’s the other phenomena.
  
  I’ve heard things moving around in my plants, like a leaf has shifted but when I look over, there’s no corresponding movement to account for the sound. I’ve also heard sounds down in the kitchen like someone moving around, and sometimes almost voices. During the day I have my stereo on, more rarely the tv. At night, I have two sound machines to drown out noises from outside and the “whispers” that have always annoyed me when I’m trying to sleep. Lately I’ll sometimes hear what sounds like a voice under the noise. I’ve been thinking of leaving my stereo on all night along with my sound machines just so I can dismiss the “voice” as something else.

  Two nights in a row I felt something touching my hair and arm while I was at the computer, not with hostility but just kind of playing with my hair and sleeve. That would be creepy enough, but I was speculating on the fourth dimension as the dimension one goes to at death one night in a journal as I sat in my bed, and I swear I saw something move in the other room, like a leonine face and then later something moving out of the corner of my eye near my closet. And then, of course, last night when I was nearly asleep, something nudged my bed enough to wake me. I could hear it as it scraped by the bottom of my bed, like a large animal brushing past at least as big as a medium sized dog. Makes me glad I don’t have my bed on the floor any more, though I’ve felt my blankets sometimes move while I’m trying to fall asleep and just assumed it was normal blanket shifting caused by gravity.
  
  I’m to the point where I’m considering a cleansing ritual, just to make sure every thing around me has the best intentions. It could just be that I’ve been in the house too much and the ghosties are feeling a bit put upon by my continuous presence. Or it could be because I retrieved my air conditioner or moved my altar… or it could be a combination of three. Whatever it is, it’s starting to wear on my nerves. Now with this post, things will either get worse or better, as I’m sure the spirits wouldn’t be too proud to read over my shoulder as I type. In fact, twice now I’ve caught something moving just behind me at the door to the hall, and I know no one’s come home. So we’ll see. Could just be friendly spirits letting me know they’re around and support my writing…? Though from now on, I hope they let me sleep.

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