My next series of ghostly encounters get complicated, I will explain: I did not know what was going on at the time, but the last couple of months have shed light on the subject, and that's yet another story.
It was the summer before my last year of college. First, I was in the drug store with my mother when something sinister called my name. This had happened to me before, and I had stopped turning around and looking, and just figured it was the voices in my head. But this time was different. My mother looked at me and said, "Who was that? You didn't hear that?"
(Ha. He just threw his Mack truck ashtray on the floor, and now I'm going to get blamed for it, because he must not want me telling you his story)... There are also demons involved. They can read too.
Anyways, sorry to interrupt my story, but, You will see what I mean about them.
"You didn't hear that? Look...I've got goosebumps on my arm. That was scary". She then proceeded to go up and down the aisles, certain that she'd find somebody playing a trick on me, but I knew she wouldn't. I was scared. This was the first time that someone else had heard the voices in my head. But, then again, my mother was born on Halloween.
A couple of days after that I was sick in the hospital. But, I can tell You, before I went in, I had gone delirious. You know why? I was trying to keep my soul in my body, it was trying to get out of my head. It was the worst feeling ever, pulling my own hair. I had a lot of hallucinations in the hospital, but they had me all drugged down and were holding me prisoner.
After I got out of the hospital I was down on my brother's floor working on a scrapbook. Someone, who was not there, put his hand on my shoulder. It was nice. I had no idea of who it could be. I think I would have known if it was one of my loved ones who had passed away.
None of this ever made any sense to me. Now it does. My lover and I had been friends all through school. He was graduating, going on to graduate school, and there were many things about him that scared me. I can't go into all that here, he's very private. But, last year, right around Christmas he had found me, online, due to the faeries. I hadn't seen him in thirteen years, and he wrote me a letter. In the letter he said that he knew the demons were trying to kill me, and he had sent his brother to watch over me. He was seventeen when Anthony died of cancer at the age of twenty-six. But, Anthony is another story entirely to himself, and I am getting ahead of myself, and am presenting the stories in order.
This was written in 2008.
