Whoa, Holy Pollen Batman

Isn’t she lovely? I took a small stroll on the Creeper Trail, hoping I would feel better in the fresh air and nature. The allergies sure are rough this year. Why go outside then? Well, I’ve tried everything else why not fight fire with fire. Yeah, nope, not a solid plan. It hit around 90° F or 32° Celsius I think anyway. Ha, the humidity coupled with allergies what an excellent idea. I am currently stoned on Benadryl.

I love trees, I love walking upon perfectly creepy trees. A hauntingly beautiful tree. Twisted just like me. They are kind of magical, like something you would see in a forbidden forest, a tree wrote about in the most delicious and dark text or a suspenseful book. Something you would see in a Tim Burton film. Of course, given my paranormal history, I would only half expect a likeness to Jack Skellington to peep from behind. This one looks the part but it had a really pleasant energy to it.

I remember one day I could hear the rustle of brush near to me but didn’t see anything. I could feel eyes watching me intently following me. I began to feel uneasy unsure of what is following me. I would walk and stop and walk and stop just to be sure. This went on for miles. Finally, I caught sight of the perpetrator, a deer. It must have been interesting to watch I even got an escort back part of the way. I genuinely laughed out loud once I knew what it was. It’s not always a ghostly set of eyes watching, or a predator, animal, or human, sometimes it is something as harmless as a deer. Energy is just intense sometimes meaning palpable not necessarily bad. Eh, I doubt that I would walk there at night. Fun fact, things aren’t actually more active at night, it is just that we are less busy and things are quieter so it is easier to notice. I won’t lie though, some things prefer the darkness so you may encounter those things more at night. Hell hounds are a thing, I have encountered one at least twice, thank goodness, I didn’t see it with my physical eyes, the mind’s eye was plenty and the growl and physical lunge into me were more than enough had I seen it, I would have probably died of fright. No thanks, I prefer the deer. More things wrote in books are real than we would care to believe, the stories had to come from somewhere.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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