If You Want To Read My Password Protected Post…

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I posted a password protected post depicting a dream of mine that scared me to death.  I’ve never had a night terror like this before and I felt that writing it out would be of benefit to me to get it out of my system.  I decided to password protect it so that if you have a weak stomach, you would not be forced to look at it on my home page if you didn’t want to, but if curiosity must be satisfied, the password is “release”.  Read at your own risk…

The Unseen

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Footsteps heard below
Back and forth
Back and forth…

I sit and listen
To the sounds
Of the unseen noisemaker

A loud thump!
The floor shakes
My desk rattles about

Breathing heavily
I hear the unseen
Surrounding me, laughing…

Her Unwanted Reality

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She awakes
By being dragged
Screams made
By both seen
And the unseen
Her heart races
For her nightmare
Has become
Her reality

Sounds To Be Heard

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A time when they are to be asleep
And yet, we heard below us, little feet
With squeals of joy they jump and play
As if not fatigued by the long hot day

It didn’t take much to hear them sing
And run and jump, their footsteps ring
She descends the steps and cracks the door
And all at once they’re heard no more

No trace of play to be found anywhere
The sounds once heard not found in the air
For the spirits that taunt and haunt our keep
Have fooled us again, for our kids are asleep

Tonight……

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Tired.  Tonight I’m just tired.  I’m exhausted by everything.  There are several things weighing heavily on my mind tonight and because of my brother visiting I’m not sure I’m going to be able to take the time to really type it out.  Tonight, though, I’m tired, stressed (not by Sara or family of any sort), and spent.  I need rest.  I need a break.  I need a vacation from my life.  Yea, that’s it.  I just want a break from my life.

I’m not going to go into detail tonight, but at the risk of sounding spooky or even like a crazy, superstitious person, I’ve got something to say.  Demons are real.  Now, I’m not going to argue the difference between ghosts, demons, or other spirits.  I know what I believe and that’s a topic that I’ll be getting into later in the coming week.  Anyway, according to society’s belief on the subject, my house is haunted.  I really wish I was kidding, but they are all too real and it’s tiring me out so much.  From voices, to objects moving on their own, to footsteps, to shadows with nothing there to cause them, they are real and several live in my little apartment.  I’m so tired of them being here and I’ve tried everything I know how to do to rid my place of them and nothing has worked.  I’m taking a huge risk in telling all of these things, because when I mention them everything gets worse.  Some nights are just plain scary here.  Rachel understood this, while Sara lived in denial about the whole thing.  I think she doesn’t want to admit that she knows they are here because she will get too scared of them if she does.

My brother doesn’t know that these things are here and I’m really concerned that they will shop themselves around him tonight.  I’m really not sure how much experience he’s had with this kind of thing, but I’ve dealt with it since I was 6.  I was scared shitless by one of them at that age and ever since then it’s been a part of my life that I can’t shake……  If you’re the praying type, please pray for me.  If you’re not, thank you for lending me an ear about this.  Like I said, I’ll be posting more of my history with them over my lifetime later in the coming week, but tonight I’m tired and scared…….

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