2002-09-27 2:03 p.m. When I first moved into the house, I didn't know it was haunted. This is not to say that I shouldn't have noticed, but I'd be less-than-honest if I didn't admit that I'm rather self-centered. If I can, I prefer to spend my days in a pleasant fugue-state, my eyes unfocused and my thoughts untroubled. On the street, I easily avoid eye-contact and on the job, I do the minimum required not to get fired. Anyway, a few weeks into my residence I first noticed strange happenings. For all I know, they had begun immediately upon my moving in and I may have missed them. The first strange episode occurred while I was listening to NPR in my easy chair. The station, which had been crystal clear, became smothered in static and then a deep voice came on that said "Leave! Go away!" I opened my eyes in surprise, but thought that the radio was perhaps picking up a walkie-talkie in the neighborhood, or a stray cellphone signal. But no... my radio was also leaking blood onto my oak side table and the blood was spelling out the word "Go." I remember that I didn't feel terribly afraid. I turned off the radio, touched the side table and found it dry, then just went to bed. |
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