Ghostly fingers wrap themselves around my neck at night. It has happened three nights in a row, just as I begin to fall asleep. It can't be more than 10 or 15 minutes after slipping into a tenuous slumber before I awaken, startled with the distinct feeling that someone is in my room watching me sleep. Then there are the fingers... as soon as my eyes open, I feel them slip away into the nothingness around me. On one occasion, I thought I heard someone screaming my name in the distance.
To be quite honest, it's beginning to creep the bejeezus out of me...
Why does the freaky shit have to happen to me? A few years ago I was house-sitting for some friends and got the "privilege" of speaking with... something... in their kitchen. Oh, it was a brief conversation, but disembodied voices have never really kept my attention long enough for the really deep discourse on life, the universe, and everything. Oh no, I'm usually too busy breaking land speed records getting as far away from creepy shit as possible. Before it happened, all I can remember thinking was, "gee... the dogs sure are doing some pretty impressive shit while I'm gone, like turning on lights and things" when BANG! a voice from the oposite corner of the kitchen asks me, "Who are you?" Well, truth be known they should have goddamned well known who I was.... I certainly spent enough time there. I turned to return the question and saw no body... that's not nobody... that's NO - BODY. Fuck feeding the dogs, lock the door, goodnight... the last thing I remember was seeing the kitchen light flicker in my rearview mirror as I did 75mph in a 25mph residential area.
Voices from the other side are great and all if they are imparting winning lottery numbers on me... otherwise, I really don't want to see, hear, or feel anything.
Yeah...

To be quite honest, it's beginning to creep the bejeezus out of me...
Why does the freaky shit have to happen to me? A few years ago I was house-sitting for some friends and got the "privilege" of speaking with... something... in their kitchen. Oh, it was a brief conversation, but disembodied voices have never really kept my attention long enough for the really deep discourse on life, the universe, and everything. Oh no, I'm usually too busy breaking land speed records getting as far away from creepy shit as possible. Before it happened, all I can remember thinking was, "gee... the dogs sure are doing some pretty impressive shit while I'm gone, like turning on lights and things" when BANG! a voice from the oposite corner of the kitchen asks me, "Who are you?" Well, truth be known they should have goddamned well known who I was.... I certainly spent enough time there. I turned to return the question and saw no body... that's not nobody... that's NO - BODY. Fuck feeding the dogs, lock the door, goodnight... the last thing I remember was seeing the kitchen light flicker in my rearview mirror as I did 75mph in a 25mph residential area.
Voices from the other side are great and all if they are imparting winning lottery numbers on me... otherwise, I really don't want to see, hear, or feel anything.
Yeah...

brandi77:
If you ever get a hold of those numbers...send some my way...a van...three wishes...