My Haunted Life
We had this dog when I was a kid, her name was Rags and she was fairly ancient by the time I was eleven
So old in fact that I wasn't even surprised when she passed
For years afterwards as I cowered underneath the covers in my childhood bedroom I could hear the soft clicking of her nails on the linoleum kitchen floor
My parents always told me it was the result of an overactive imagination
Of course, that was the explanation they offered me when I was age sixteen and still slept every night with the covers over my head. It wasn't just Rags that made me afraid in their house, it was everything else
Little noises and sounds
For as long as I could remember, I would wake up because someone would say my name right in my ear
So loud it would jolt me from sleep
Was I dreaming? As I grew older it became easier to write these things off as silly childhood fears and for several years I made due with just that
When I turned 22 I moved into a new apartment with my boyfriend and soon began to experience that same feeling again
I couldn't explain it quite right
It just felt..
