Home Invasion

I've been thinking about this since it happened the other day.

There's something in our house, something sage doesn't chase off. And I think its attached itself to my husband. There's a long list of symptoms and physical manifestation.

First, it's been lurking around us since we moved to Fort Polk. I'm used to having things come in and out of the house and try to start trouble, but this one has been lingering a bit longer than usual. Since we moved to the new house it either has gotten stronger or braver.

At first things would get moved around, etc. Then the other day my husband and I were sitting watching tv and watched as a rolling chair moved itself across the room. Which let me know things were escalating a bit.

But I'm used to co-existing, you know, so I just let it go. Last night though was the cream on the cake: the sucker became a visible male-height shadow when it thought no one was looking and even gave me a most weird nightmare. 

It's kind of sad and funny at the same time with the nightmare. The nightmare was vague at first, as if there was an element of unsurity with building it. There was this girl with a brown ponytail and she was in this weird box frame. Her wrists were spread, bound to the box over her head.

Then the creature came. It was simply a man where I couldn't see the face, and all over its body were these weird raised scars that I thought of as circuitry. As the dream progressed the circuits changed to weird worms embeeded on its skin. 

It started to chatter its teeth. The chattering sound was loud and as the dream went on the sound began to sound more and more like a typewriter. The chattering caused the girl a lot of pain, and there she begged out of my line of sight. Oh please God mercy, oh god oh god.  

Then the creature's face became more clear, and I could tell that his mouth was peeled back very wide so that it was almost his face peeled back. There were metal wires holding back the skin in a rectangular shape. And he chattered there with his muscles showing.

I thought to myself, "That actress's voice is familiar. I wonder who she is." And I woke up.

When I told my husband of the nightmare yesterday morning. "That's Hellraiser," he said to me a little quizzically. I'd only gotten as far as describing the chattering. My husband proceeded to describe the rest of the monster to me.

Well I've never seen the Hellraiser movies. Just the thought of them is upsetting. My husband on the other hand has watched Hellraiser at work recently when he was given night duty.

So this means the sucker is following my husband around or knows about the movies somehow. I guess because I'd reacted to seeing the Hellraiser movies on Netflix from where my husband had been watching them it thought that would upset me. But as I was coming out of the dream I remember sensing it standing in the room staring at me.

So I proceeded to call a friend and make fun of the silly creature's pathetic attempt to scare me all day. This won't be the first time I've made fun of it. It will be the best example of how it's obvious it's there.

Listening to an interview by Robert Bruce who specializes in things like that, he mentions how they like to put bad thoughts in our mind. My husband and I got into a big fight and he certainly has changed in a lot of negative ways since coming here. He's a hell of a lot more selfish. And the thought of leaving him because of how childish and stupid he's been has been in my mind a lot.

But what if a lot of this were that buggly? Or "neg" as Robert Bruce calls them?

The current plan is to tell the neg where else it can go. And then to see about making it go away forever in case it doesn't upon suggestion. If I can just figure out how.

Tax Rant!

Cow Mutilations

I listened to Coast to Coast last night and, good thing too because there was a lady on there talking about cow mutilations. Which is something I've never been able to find good information on when I've had time to look. So I listened to her and finally formed a question. "Are all the mutilations on females?"

I'd never heard of this woman before, mind you.

When I couldn't get through on the call line I emailed her and asked because I really wanted to know. She took the time to email me back this morning. There was *one* male mutilation. Oh, and she was a little butt hurt that I hadn't read her books. Lady, I didn't know you existed before last night! You ain't THAT famous.

But in my email I drudged up some memories for her use and shared. This of course meant that I was now thinking of said things when I went to bed. I woke up a bit later the way I do feeling something on my chest. Then my left ovary started to hurt as if it were being cut. This woke me up all the way thinking "The Greys! Are they operating?"

The heavy thing on my chest was my cat and the pain was a cramp I get from time to time. Oddly I thought to myself, still groggy, 'No, stop it!' and it went away.

And you lay there thinking that even if you're telling yourself these things for attention or people accuse you of talking about them all of the time because you need mental help, you can't be consciously dealing with it for attention if you're waking up in the middle of the night scared it's happening again. Not scared your cat is smothering you, that you're being raped by an intruder, or that you're hemmoraghing. You're waking up scared you're on the table again, and that's what you come out of slumber preparing to defend against.

 I've been researching on Skunk Works trying to find something as that is the only real lead I have right now. It's not easy material to find. At least for me: my computers never seem to yield good search results for some reason. Folks who don't live here have come over and seen the difference themselves.

EDIT: she later told me there were thousands of male mutilations. Turned out to be a nice lady.