Strange Stuff
I don’t know if it’s been watching reruns of the Dead Files on television or it’s just the paranoia all on its own, but weird things have been happening in the household. I like watching the Dead Files. If you haven’t seen it on the Travel Channel, you really should. A brief synopsis; a psychic and an ex-New York City homicide detective are called in to investigate a property with paranormal things happening. The detective and the psychic don’t talk until the reveal to the owners. The detective is cold and logical while looking back into the property’s history, families that had lived there, and other things that might have happened in the area that might be relevant. The psychic is affected by ghosts as she walks the place. She sees and talks to the dead. Most of the time there is some scary shit happening, the kind that causes the hair on the back of your head to stand on end. Don’t watch it in the dark, or alone; just a warning. Whether you like that stuff or not it’s interesting to watch. My family has always been “touched” by strange things happening, so it’s nothing new for me. It’s new when it’s happening to me.
A few things have happened in the apartment that I can’t explain. I live in an apartment with the number 13 in the number. My parents lived in NJ at number 13. My grandparents lived at 1714 and 113, respectively, so I knew I was going to be living there when I first saw it. Because of the number, my paranoia about this beautiful apartment was on high alert. I wondered, “Who died there?” as I walked into the place. It was nice, but I had felt something weird about it. Perhaps, it was just that it was the first apartment I lived at alone.
It wasn’t too much later I got a cat from my friend. Soon I would notice the cat staring into space just over my shoulder. That did a lot to start the wondering. I lost a watch that appeared years later. Since Kim has been around we’ve had other things that were weird. The two of us were sitting on the couch looking into the entrance. I had a sneaker piled on the others, but from its angle and direction it should have fallen toward the wall. Instead, it appeared to “jump” off the pile, roll three times, and landed in the middle of the vestibule. Right in the middle. The cat was nowhere to be found.
Kim lost her comb, only to find it later in the bottom of a makeup bag. She never puts it there. A bottle of nail polish seemed to disappear; one day it was mostly full, and then the next day it was mostly empty. We have a picture in the bathroom hanging on the wall. Kim was telling me that she doesn’t really like the watercolor Monet and we should talk about replacing it. It appeared to jump off its hook, twice. Strange? I catch things moving out of the corner of my eye, or I will look at something and think it is one thing and then I realize it’s something else. I’ll think it’s the cat, but it’s nothing. I feel sometimes that someone it there with me, but I don’t see anything. Weird.
Well the new season of the Dead Files starts soon and I’m looking forward to it. As for the things happening in the apartment, they can stop. Thanks.
