Tale 1,
" Anyone want to play hide and clap? "
Famous last words, this house is our fresh start. And from the very first day we got the keys, we got what we wished for. A fresh start yes, just not the way we invisioned. This is how spirit got my attention, once and for all. As I type that I can imagine my spirit guides around me saying "it's only taken 34 years". I know I know I even look back and it never occurred to me that every house i lived in had spirits drawn to me. This time it was different, the paranormal never scared me, I always said I would love to be like Lorraine warren, before I knew I had my gifts. I got what I wished for, in the end I would describe my house as a mixture of the conjuring, amityville horror and for shits and giggles some nymphs thrown into the hell house. That's right, you read that right, nymphs. They were a right barrel of laughs. They would pull my cats tail as he chased them, as me and my boyfriend sat there looking at each other, we were out of our depths that's for sure. The nymphs were the easiest part.
The first time we walked into that house, my boyfriend seen a shadow run up the stairs. Failed to mention it to me, and he was a skeptic. We decided to decorate before we moved in, moving is stressful enough as anybody knows, so the spirits in my new home thought that would be the perfect time to add to it, scare the fuck out of me before we move in and a signed tenancy, there was no turning back, they had me right where they wanted me. Bastards. As we decorated upstairs, laughing and joking, my boyfriend dancing to mambo number 5 with his roller, not entertaining the fact we had unwanted guests. You know what they did to me? I'll bloody tell you, my boyfriend only nipped to the shop, for some reason back then I was scared of the stairs. Like a child I painted the bottom of the stairs by the door. Scared to be alone. I hear faint footsteps behind me, then the loudest fucking clap behind my back and running back up the stairs, slamming a door like a stroppy teen. The cheek of it stropping with me mind, not as if I could have own back on it, it had the upper hand over me, I couldn't fucking see it to even try to scare back. I can imagine my boyfriend walking in from work, there's me with a pair of night vision goggles playing hide and seek with my new house guest. I always moaned I had no friends, I did now.
Honestly that is nothing compared to how bad it got, but I will tell more of my house of horrors, as I share more of the trauma of my past that I struggle to heal. And how they all merge into my amazing awakening. And knowing how powerful my intuition was all along.
I will add though that it got so bad, I slept in a dust mask, that's right. I got so scared, I was convinced it was going to kill me at one point and Cept feeling something blow in my face. No personal space considered by them honestly, imagine going up to someone in the street and blowing in their face. They either think you escaped on day realise and escaped your carer or end up with teeth missing and a broken nose. I can laugh about it now obviously I find it hilarious thinking of myself in that fucking mask just so I can sleep. That was it then, I had enough, I was bringing in the big guns, who you gonna call, ghost busters. Unlucky fuckers, I hoped.
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Lovely story looks like it’s this way coz the things your doing
Awful I have to be honest fair play