Jeepers Creepers There’s A Peeper (Casper Edition)

The last thing I want to see when getting undressed for the night is movement in the room. Not the cat, I just lured out with treats. Not near the floor, I notice the movement as soon as I’m naked as a jaybird. Ugh, really, not now. I hate to break this to you, but there are spirit-peeping toms, one more thing to think about next time you are in one of your more vulnerable states. Sorry, hate to break that to you. Here’s the thing ghosts once lived and they had their personalities and they are not magically whitewashed upon death. That’s why people will also encounter aggressive and angry ghosts, if you were a butthole in life chances are you are still a butthole in death. The personality is a lot of who we are.

I know some people will argue oh they don’t see us fully physical, I’m calling bull on that. It is either a curious passerby or well, someone who prefers a live show, well technically an alive show when ya think about it. Beyond amusement I’m not sure what the purpose would be I am unaware of what, if, or how intimacy may occur in the spirit realm. Also, it’s an opportune time to scare or startle someone. More bang for your buck of ya will. If they are looking for a laugh. Who even knows. Don’t come preaching boundaries to me either, some people don’t give two cents about what your boundaries are living or dead. Not even sure they were here for a peep I think I may have caught them in the process of moving a painting. It was falling a lot for a while and as I looked up because of the movement I noticed the painting is now crooked.

I have had peepers in the past. In the bathroom when I shower, in my room when I change, so it is a thing. I have unfortunately experienced real-life peepers, living ones, I had one when I first moved in here, I complained to my complex and as far as I know, they never did it again. People can be so weird sometimes. I was literally stalked before. A customer at a store I worked at became obsessed with me, just out of nowhere. Just a tip, but that girl working in the store she probably isn’t flirting she is just polite and nice because it is her job in customer service to provide service to customers, which you are. If you ask her out and she says no, suck it up and move on, don’t force her to interact via her job because you can not take no for answer. This happened to me and then some, escalating over months until finally action was taken by my place of employment, and this person was completely banned from the property.

I currently have a neighbor across from me, she has some kind of issue with me, who knows. She stares and even puts a lawn chair out tilted to my front door at times. I thought once about placing my chair out and just having a staredown but I have a great patio with a way better view. I’d much prefer the company of my cat in her catio any day. Worry about yourself, and as for the ghostly peepers, I wouldn’t worry too much about it, it is kind of like a 90-year-old man and 20-year old woman he might look but there ain’t much he can do it about it.

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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