So sorry for the delay on getting another blog up on this thing! I feel terrible as I have neglected all of you beautiful people. (and by "all" I mean all 3 of you:) I have been quite the busy gal', oh you know with moving two times in 7 months and all. And guess what? I'm moving again! Believe it or not me and that special boyfriend that I spoke of in my Hawaii blog are no longer an item and I'm moving out to find a place all on my own! I was thinking of just setting up a tent somewhere and becoming "one" with the earth but then I remembered how much I love comfy beds and nice bathrooms and got my head on straight again. I will spare you the details of the break up. If you've ever lived with someone and broken up with them you probably know what usually ensues. Hey, no one said life was always easy, right?
The details I WILL share with you are the spooky and absolutely true tales of the ghost that followed me and haunted me for a few months. It all started back when Ryan and I were first dating and he still lived on his mom's property out in sanford. Ryan and I were sitting on the kitchen floor talking (why were we sitting on the kitchen floor when there were more than enough chairs around you ask? hell if I know, sometimes hippies do weird things...anyways...) all of a sudden my phone, which was placed towards the middle of the kitchen table, flew off the table and landed 4 feet away on the ground. It was as if someone had pushed the phone with a forceful hand. The same thing happened with little cups of hot sauce a few days later so maybe the ghost just needed some toppings for his taco bell? Nope, hot sauce wasn't the answer and definately didn't exercise the deamons out of that house. The ghost and his antics persisted. One night I was laying in bed and I woke up out of a dead (no cheesy pun intended) sleep. I was instantly overcome with a feeling of terror and the room was freezing. I lied there with the covers pulled up to my face just staring into the darkness. The next thing I knew I felt pressure on my legs. Imagine if you were laying in bed and someone sat on your legs ever so slowly. I knew it wasn't Ryan because he was rolled over and facing the other direction. I didn't sleep a wink after that until the sun came up. A few nights later I was lying in that same bed once again sound asleep and I was startled awake by the sound of footsteps. It sounded like someone was running and then I heard a faint male voice screaming "jaaaake! jaaaake!". So, maybe some people are mediums? Maybe someone passed away in that house and they were trying to get someone's attention to pass along a message? I'm not sure but I don't really care to be that person. Surely if Ryan and I moved out of his mom's house and got our own place these crazy things would cease. So we moved into a cute little place downtown and things were looking good at first. I was home one night laying on the couch relaxing and decided I was a little parched. So I walked into the kitchen and went to grab the fridge door and as if it didn't want me touching it the fridge took a long demonic sounding breathe. In and out. This also happened once to Ryan when I wasn't home...so now there is no telling who this ghost was after. Have chills yet? no?...let me help you with that. So a few seemingly peaceful nights go by sans ghost experiences. no big deal. Then one night we are laying in bed (this ghost really got his jollies out of disrupting our sleep) and out of no where the shower in our bedroom turned on. Not a little post shower dripping...the full on deal. Now I realize this story is very anti climatic, i'm not trying to win any awards here...so I'll go ahead and wrap it up. After all of these supernatural, crazy (f*cked up) things happened our house actually flooded. We were forced to leave the abode but not until the ghost got in the last word and made a large mirror fall off of the wall, land on tile, all while remaining in one peice. Sweetdreams:)
