When she speaks
But something's wrong these days. Now, to make things clear, I don't see ghosts the way I see this computer or my man
Its mental images
The "mind's eye"
But it's different from imagination
It's that sort of "I see it like I would see a memory, but also like its right in front of me" image
It's hard to explain in writing at 4:15am. Now then, Anne doesn't scare
She never has
She's one of those "Yea though I walk through the Shadow of the Valley of Death, I shall fear no Evil..
Cause I'm the baddest (fill in the blank here) on the Block" type people
And yet, things changed when we moved into the house we're in now. It started simple enough; I was sitting in the living room alone at the computer with the dog when I heard my bedside table drawers slam shut
Just my nerves
And then the back door slammed shut
All the doors were locked..
Things popped up here and there for a few months after that
Then one day, while my man was asleep and I was in the living room, the keys by the door fell off the wall, with their sticky hooks
I could pass this off, since sticky hooks don't last long
Save for the fact that his keys landed three feet away and said keys, his hook, and my keys still on their hook, made a perfect right angle
Ok, still could happen
So I set the keys aside and went to take a shower
Needless to say, I wasn't too enthused about a large hand slapping the shower curtain and the cabinet door slamming shut, only to find out that my sleep-all-day fiancé was, well, still asleep
And then, the thing that bothered me most was seeing Anne crawl into the bedroom, looking as though she herself had just seen a ghost, no pun intended, followed by a black smoke that I saw as clearly as I see this screen
It ducked under the door, swirled about, and disappeared
None of the alarms had gone off, and there was no smell or smoke
After that, save for residual effect from a fire, nothing happened
Until about two or three weeks ago. I was feeling restless, what with my man not being home that night, so I decided I was going to clean the garage
So I set up the radio, pushed my truck into the drive, and proceeded to do just that
I began to have that feeling of being watched, but it wasn't the feeling of Anne's eyes, which I'm quite used to and am now comforted by
And it wasn't the feeling of "human" company
Per usual, I tried to pass it off as nerves
Until my sister (really, ex sister-in-law, but still) got home (she lives across the street with my grandparents) and saw me cleaning
I must've said something that I wouldn't usually say, because she got this strain, though understanding, look and insisted that I tell her if I needed anything
The next few nights were unnerving, though not too unusual. The third night Levi had been back home, we were lying in bed, and I was trying to relax and go to sleep
So I did what I'd used to do, hoping it would help; I closed my eyes, relaxed my body, and put all my energy into creating an image a golden light seeping from my chest to light the entire room
In my mind, and just as I was starting to doze off, the only thing left unlit was the ceiling and the door
When the light began to touch the door, I felt a push, physically, and saw a figure standing over me
The only thing I had time to make out before I pushed back, more in my mind with the light, was that this figure was tall, shadow-black, with red, slit-pupil eyes
I'm not sure if I was truly that tired, or if I was just that scared, but I passed out
Since then, that feeling of being watched, constantly, hasn't stopped
And last night, it came back
I see it now like I see Anne, but I feel it always
It stands like any normal human, but when it walks, it's very animalistic, crouching, walking on all fours
Naturally, my imagination adds wings and small horns to go with those eyes, though I can't say for certain that it's demonic
