Ghosts and things that live amoung us.

I was reminded today of our first haunted house we lived in after we were married. That was 1, 2, 3 houses ago. And each has had it's share of creepy crawlers or inhabitants.
See, there are different types of hants as my dad would have called them.

There are the spirits that reside there. There are place memories that sometimes just keep playing like an old movie that is on a loop.
Then there are the nasties who know they are nasty and really don't give a rats ass what the living think about them. Our last house had one of those who walked around outside. He had really creepy dead vacant eyes. Sends shivers down my back just thinking about him. I would see him looking in the windows. Now, remember our house sat high. So, this guy must have been ten feet tall. lol. This guy not to be confused with my civil war solider who looks in my kitchen window now. I see him now and then, but he doesn't really creep me out anymore. He did at first though. I've jumped and dropped more than my share of things upon seeing his face looking in at night. He's been cussed out and been threatened on more occasion with a major exorcism up his ass if he freaks me out again more than I can remember. I know now why all of my laundry room windows had been boarded and closed up long ago. He must have looked in there too. Ah well.

In our first house, we had this ancient celler/basement with dirt floors. Our furnace, water heater and breaker box happened to be down there. Like ours now, but I wont set foot in this one. I'll sit in the dark all day before I go down there alone. No way, no how. Anyhow...
In that first basement, it always felt like something was watching me. Following me. And not in a curious way, but in a dangerous, nasty way. I hated it. But after years of living with it, we made a truce of sorts. When I had to go down there for something, I would ten minutes before yell down "I'm coming down for my canning jars." Then wait a few minutes and go down. I would stand at the door and yell once again. "I'm coming in. Go were ever it is you need to go, I don't want to see you." And then I would turn on the light, open the door, run and get what I needed and would leave. "Thank you." and that was that. This went on for nine years.

My friend the famous psychic had a friend who wanted to do 'talk' with my basement entity. I told him he could if he wanted to deal with his nastiness and left. He stayed for ten minutes and never returned. He told me on the phone later that whatever was in the basement was one piece of work. First off, it had never been human on this plane, it was a lower something that scared the hell out of the psychic and he would never come back again. lol. He also mentioned that the 'thing' had told him. "I live here. I've been here since forever and I'm not leaving." And I can imagine him sticking his tongue out after saying it. So, there. lol.
As far as I know, it's still there. People only live in that house for a year or two and move on. No one stays very long.

I'll take the movie loops, I'll take the curious spirits and even the playful ghosts. But, you can have the difficult pain in the asses who like to live in dark, dank places and scare people for the fun of it.

If they can't all get along. Then they need to move along. That's my way of looking at it.

Did the earth move for you too?

At 4.36 am this morning we had an earthquake. It was centered in southern Illinois near West Salem. A 5.4 mag. It was felt they say from Southern Illinois, to Chicago, to Kentucky and Indy.
All along the new madrick fault line.

Our house shook. My husband ran in excited. "DID YOU FEEL THAT?" Everything shook and rumbled, the windows all rattled like a big wind was coming on.. I wondered if it was thunder at first and then the dresser began to shake. It only took a few seconds but it woke me up.

I remember the last one we had back in 87. That one was in the afternoon. All the windows and doors shook like crazy for about ten seconds.

I hope no one has no damage and everyone is alright.

Dreams

I had some really strange dreams this morning.

The first one:

I went to get into my truck and realized it was full of snow. That was strange, because I knew I hadn't left a window or anything done, but the front seat area was full of snow. I started to scoop out the snow when I realized with horror that there was a dead black girl holding a little baby, crunched down on the front floor boards. They both were dead.
Once the csi people showed up it was determined that they hadn't died there, but instead had been placed there and then covered up with snow.

How strange and bizarre.

The second one:

I was sitting in an eye doctors outer office. I guess I had had something done with my eyes, they were closed. Someone then sat down next to me and for some reason began to braid my hair on the right side. And I let them. lol. When he got up to leave and the door closed, I realized the puke had stolen my purse. I burst through the door and saw him getting into a limo. I yelled for him to stop. He did for a second then continued to climb in. I pulled a gun out from under my pants leg and yelled again to stop.
There was another car and a woman was getting into that one. I knew they were together.
From behind me I heard my police partner say "You better stop, you pissed her off already. She'll shoot you, no doubt."

I then walked over to the woman and started smacking her, not hard but annoyed. I was yelling while whacking her.

"How could you do this to a HUMAN (WHACK WHACK) BEING?"
smack, smack, whack.
"To-a-fellow-(whack whack)- human- (smack whack)-FEMALE-being!" major smacking and whacking.
I was pissed they stole my purse.

Weird dreams for sure.

Orbs

...the orbs are coming to take me away, hehe, haha. They are coming to take me away...

Well, no, not seriously. Just felt like a little Dr. Demento. Does anyone remember that little ditty?

Anyhow, I just saw a pretty big orb bouncing it's way through my living room towards the kitchen. That's the only room I usually see them in. Most times they are clustered down at the end of the sofa near the big picture window. There are maybe three or four bouncing together when I see them. But this one was alone and quiet big. Wonder where he was heading off too?

Spirit guides and blah blah blah.

Inside of our truck it has sensors in the seats that knows when you don't have a seat belt on. Say someone is sitting in the passenger seat and takes all the weight off of the seat...a light comes on on the dash and says "passenger airbag is not on". When I drive this truck and am alone. The dash light is never on. I have never noticed this before till the other day.

Megan was in the passenger seat and lifted up and the light came on. I asked why it had done that and she explained that when there is no weight on the seat, which means all of the time when I drive alone, the light should be on. There is no weight on the seat.

IT IS NEVER ON WHEN I'M ALONE.

Its as if there is someone sitting next to me. Which doesn't surprise me at all.

You know how they say that ghosts or spirits suck up energy and that is why there are cold spots? well, my guys are the opposite. In fact, when I'm sure that James Malcolm is sitting next to me, I can take my hand and move it over the passenger seat and instead of it being cold...it is always very warm.

So, maybe it is him or one of the other three who are riding with me. Katherine used to drive everywhere with me. Then it was my two gay boys in the backseat. But one of those moved on. Which left me with my two ladies. Victory who is a civil war female from the 1860's. Then there is my Victorian lady, Katherine. Who is very proper but I know she loved to shock people back in the 1800's too. My gay boy is named Paul. And all I really know about him is that he is gay. He loves ABBA and is from the 1980's. I've often wondered if I haven't met him in this lifetime in my disco days.

And then there is James Malcolm who is my primary. He is the boss. The others always take his advice. And he is the one I argue and fight with the most. He might be 'guide' but I'm still not gonna let him bully me. lol. I've shocked other psychics when I talk about him. They always are horrified that I argue with him. They think I'm always suppose to say "Oh thank you James Malcolm for being in my life. I'm so grateful....blah blah blah." BULLSHIT. He knew what he was getting into when he signed on to watch over and guide me. I'm not a shock to him. So, I'm not gonna kiss his ass. But I will say, when there not around, I do miss them.