I know a lot of people don’t believe in the paranormal. I personally think it’s just because not everybody can sense it.

When I was ten my father died from cancer. Two weeks later I was asleep in the room I shared with my brother when I suddenly woke up. I sat up in bed and looked around, then I saw him… standing by the television. I just stared. I wasn’t sure what to do, then he just smiled at me and mouthed that he loved me. Then he was gone.

I know not everyone believes, but that single event is what made me a believer.

So remember this post? Where I promised to snag a picture of the baby doll head? Yeah, I definitely did. They went away on vacation this week so I ran over at like midnight and took a picture.

So I was getting gas at the 7-11 the other night at like 1:30 AM and there is this random big black man who looked like Fat Albert across the street just standing against the wall with a duffel bag who started screaming at me “HEY GIRL AT THE GAS PUMP!” I ignored him and then he was like “DO I HAVE TO COME OVER THERE?!” like fifty times.

I was pretty freaked out by the whole thing. I just ignored him the entire time and then took off driving like a maniac. (I drive like that anyway though…) Then I called my boyfriend and told him about the whole incident and he said he’s also been screamed at by this guy, so yeah, not just me. Made me feel better.

Ennui