Have a cup of coffee with me or eight.
Well good morning, day, noon? The excess energy rolled on over into the night and made for an interesting nonsleep. Restless is definitely in an abundance right now. The veil is sooo thin y’all, it’s thin like one-ply toilet paper. Mercy, no wonder we are all anxious. I had a visitor or two last night and that contributed to the lack of sleep. Very intense energy in my bedroom. Someone was wanting to talk, though it was more like a few someone’s, rather intense energy the kind you get a little paranoid from. I could feel someone standing just behind me staring at me, no thanks. I highly suspect it was somewhat related to the energies mingling about my sister’s new house.
About a month before she moved in she sent me pictures of her new house. I looked through them and as soon as I stopped looking I was immediately flooded with the activity she would be experiencing after moving in. Of course, I relayed it to her, both a skeptic and a believer she banked that information under I hope not and maybe she is wrong. She messaged me a few days ago to tell me about her being woke up by her foot being grabbed, I had seen that, but didn’t share that because well it is umm not something to look forward to. What I did share with her was that the kitchen would be very active. Last night she sends me a message and it is about the kitchen, insert my giggles. She says all the sounds and stuff come from the kitchen just like you said they would. I did a little medium psychic peep into her home to get a feel for the activity and energies, so many. When we were younger we lived only four houses from this place and then across the street, it was loaded with energy and as a kid, she and I shared a bedroom. I was terrified every night because all I could see in my mind was all the spirits waiting in a group outside of our bedroom window. My foot was also grabbed in that house though it was broad daylight and I was not asleep. The activity I have endured throughout my life has at times been intense and very unpleasant. It comes with the good, the bad, and the downright ugly. I am grateful that some of the things I have seen were shown in my mind and not directly in front of me because I do believe dying of fright could be a real possibility.
I have experienced things of nightmares. The activity I grew up with and still experience from time to time, has me watching haunted films and investigations and saying, that’s it, that’s all that happened? I wouldn’t wish some of those experiences on another living soul, friend, or enemy alike. The activity in my sister’s home is just getting started and hasn’t even fully amped up yet. They are drawn to her as they are me, her soul is the flame and they are the moths. She is just as paranormal as I am, though she would likely not admit it and she doesn’t fully embrace it. For some of us we are born to it and how much or little we embrace it is the only say we have in the matter. Like I said it is downright scary sometimes. I don’t always choose to sense them or see them, I just do, and boy let me tell you, it is why I do not like the dark crevices and places in homes or buildings or nature because plenty lurks in the darkness and the cold. After all, they are at home there. It is what they are made of darkness, coldness, hollow, and tormented souls from places not of this Earth. Sometimes you might feel it without realizing what it is you feel it’s an uneasiness, and fear inside, nauseating, intense stares from eyes you cannot see, but that are watching you. An urge to avoid an area, the need to leave, your soul knows, if you don’t, listen to it. They envy the light that shines from within our souls and the bright lights draw hatred because the light is out of their grasp they are banished from it and we are the closest thing they have to being able to touch it again. Most of you wake up from your nightmares, and I sometimes live in mine. My nightmares keep me awake at night.
Confessions of a Haunting Freak 