I am not exaggerating. Not one bit. I am not right. After last night, methinks I may need to seek professional help. Last night, I ran from ghosts… or at least from whatever was giving me little bumpies all over mah bawdy.
I was madly putting laundry away last night. I was gettin’ things done! I was by my own self in mah big -ol’ house. Mah big ol’ house that is only 2 years old. Mah big ol’ house that I am pretty sure is not built on an old graveyard or ancient burial site. Pretty sure.
Alls I know is I was putting away a bunch of laundry when I got all chill bumpy, and such. Now, I creep-out with relative ease, and I am familiar with what it takes to calm myself down. But I watched some clip the night before on ghosts occupying Lorette Lynn’s house and the ghost-hunter dude was so creeped out even he didn’t stay very long. I know I should never watch that garbage. It took, like, 2 years for me to mostly get normal after watching that 6th Sense movie. I blame my mental deficit for not being able to differentiate reality from psychosis on watching Poltergeist when I was, like 7. That’s wrong.
Aaaaanywho. My usual methods of talking myself out of a haunting weren’t working. Guess what I did. I ran. Not exaggerating. I RAN down my stairs and out of my house onto my driveway. At which point, I heard the forest creatures all a-flutter, and witnessed a murder of crows charge out of a cluster of nearby trees.
Not exaggerating.
I stood on my driveway for several minutes, with my hands on my hips. I hear that whole “hands on hips” thing really intimidates the spirits. I finally pulled myself together and went back into the house. I immediately opened all the main floor doors, since, obviously THAT would help. Again, Kerry = Whack! Then I gathered my purse and keys and phone and set them just outside my front door…. just in case I needed to run for my very life. Then, I sorted some clothes for Goodwill, and emptied the dishwasher. However, despite my best efforts to refocus, the chills just kept chillin’ down my spine, up my arms… I tried not to give in to the fear of NOTHING! But, like I said, I. Am. Whack!
I decided enough was enough. I closed up the house, grabbed my things at the front door and headed to the - dark garage. I prayed the truck would start. It did. Could you imagine if it didn’t? This post woulda been all “Blair Witch”, cuz I would have had to get get my video camera. I mean, even a terrified blogger has her priorities… I totally would have gone back in for the video camera. Hello? YouTube!
Since the truck started, I took off. I ran away from my perfectly fine and safe home because I have serious issues. Maybe not “serious” as much as “crazy”…
Now, I don’t believe in ghosts. However, I believe in God - which means I believe in the opposite. I believe in angels, and thus believe in their opposite. I also believe nothing was amiss in my home - except for my own mind. I have gotten the heebie-jeebies before, but I have never gotten THAT freaked out. Stupid haunted house stories. Oh yeah, if you have a haunted house story to tell - please don’t tell me. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that if you do I will have to check myself into a home for The Crazies. I can’t afford that right now, and then I’d have to send you a bill for my treatment… and that would make me feel really uncomfortable…
Aaaaaaand scene!
You are not a whack-a-doo. I get those same feelings sometimes. You would think that I would be de-sensitized from all the horror movies I watch. But it happens to me too. And it happens more often than it used to ever since I moved here from Seattle and Federal Way. After seven years, it’s still too quiet around here!
Oh yes, I’m very prone to freaking myself out. When my hubby 1st started working nights, I was really bad about it. Fourteen years later & I’ve finally calmed down some. ;)
Yeesh! I got the heebie jeebies just reading that post! Did you at least close all the doors before you took off?
Do I think someone or something was in your house? No, not really. I would like to applaud that you paid attention to your instincts, you were “on guard” and you left a situation that made you nervous. Just curious, how long did you stay away and who was there when you went back?
I get it. I get those horrible heebie jeebies every now and then, especially when I have to go out to the car or garbage cans after dark. I literally run back into the house and lock the door. Too much Buffy, I suppose. And I’m still recovering from seeing The Grudge.
I’m proud of you for leaving the house. At least you weren’t like all those stereotypical females in the scary movies who creep down the hall and open the door to the sound. Good for you.
Holy Whack! Where were your peeps? And you coulda called me! I would have so gone ghost busters on your dwelling! I too am so glad you listened to your gut and got out of there.
Oh dear, I would be sitting here in my very own empty house as I read this…and you being such a good writer I’m totally on your wavelength. Darn it all…now I gotta fire up the iTunes to break the silence!