If you read my last post, then you would know I have been experiencing some weird phenomena occurring at my house. This is nothing new, and hasn't been anything new for the last 5 years of living here. Recent activity is fairly new in that I haven't had anything happen since May when the house was blessed by a Catholic Bishop (by the way, I'm not catholic). Mr. Clock projecting from the wall was a nasty rude awakening, but it didn't end there. After calming myself down, speaking with friends, family members and more friends to gauge my sanity... they admitted, I'm a pretty logical person, with weirdo tendencies, but pretty logical.
In the wee hours of the morning following the previous 5AM clock experience, I'm again in the family room watching the food network. Another bout of insomnia has taken me and as I watch the TV time show that it's reaching 2 AM I'm actually getting a little tired, finally. I had the remote lying in my lap in the middle of my legs, totally still. I start to dip my eyes, open, dip, open, dipping more... ok, getting tired, this is good. Out of nowhere, the TV, tuner and speakers all shut down. Simultaneously, my remote which has a fresh set of batteries mind you, dies instantly. Not even a backlight. Nothing. Room turns cold like the AC is on at 50 degrees. WTH? It's 85 out? It's 75 in here. Weird. I felt something strange, but held my ground. I don't know what the hell is going on, but I don't like it.
I immediately say out loud, "This is MY house. Go back to where you came from, you do NOT belong here." I'm pseudo freaking out. Hair on my body has been standing up solid since the AV equipment shut off. Let me tell you, I have a fancy AV system in my house. You can't just hit a button and things shut off. You have to select the source, then hit the zone, then select power off. Not likely that any movement of my body did this instant shut down. No storms. No power flickers. Just weird. It still doesn't explain the remote?!? That thing can be dying for days and it will show you the status of the battery with a picture icon at the top. Died instantly. I walk upstairs, grab my children, force them to sleep in my bed for the night.
What's on the agenda for tomorrow?: smudging, then lining the whole perimeter of my home with Sea Salt. Looks like the Bishop didn't leave much of a mark for this unwanted guest... I need to look at all avenues.
Will keep you posted, and have now decided to post a few more of my ghost stories that have occurred here... so if you're interested, check back. There are some that would make your hair curl.