It’s weird how you post something on instagrm or facebook (if you’re old) or whatever and people like to think it’s about them all the time. Then everybody (my mom) says since i’m a white girl I can’t say certain things or post IMAGES of people like something’s wrong with me, there’s nothing wrong with me there’s something wrong with everybody. When I write my stories it’s not about anybody for certain and she’s never going t o get to read them anyway because she can’t read my blog, Which is why I don’t go on facebook in the first place.
I don’t know why I’m saying this here but I can’t say it on my social since everybody I know irl reads it. OMG creepy. A picture just fell off the wall, again. I should write all the creepy stuff here. No one believes me anyway and if I said it irl they say im being weird again or making stuff up.
Have you ever gone into your house and when you went back in things were in the wrong place? But just slightly? Right now I hear a strange deep vibrating alien noise coming from outside like in that Tom Cruise movie where the aliens invade and the water in the glass vibrates like in Jurassic Park. It’s that sound like the huge spider alien thing or gigantic pod is thrumming a deep note into the earth. Everybody walks outside or peeps their head out and sees it and almost pees. You get that sweet knot in your stomach like a sweet sweet pain and kinda sexual, like you know you’re about to die but a pleasure. Anyway you see the alien monster huge and looming in the sky distance and distance is good, but you know it’s coming bc it’s big. What would you do> I hear that noise outside. It might just be someone’s car radio though.
But when I cam e back inside and a little dinosaur toy I had set up next to the indian and army man (I don’t play with toys I just like to arrange my sisters sometimes) it was set up in a different position. I asked her if she did it and she said no. Then someone turned the heat on full blast and also the curtains skeep falling down. I know this all sounds regular. Idk how to make it sound like it really is. there’s other things.
One day I woke up and a woman was sitting in the second living room, down by the stairs to the door to the cellar. We call it the second living room but it’s really just a nook off the kitchen sort of. She was old and haggard looking and sitting there ike with some sort of crochet thing and looking down. It fucked me up at first because it was like 11pm and I was walking down the stairs to get a pop and she was there with the little lamp on with her dirty socks up on the ottoman, She looked super nice and friendly and smiling and her face a little damp tho like she had been running. I thought maybe she was one of my moms old lady friends.nI jumped and then said oh hi and looked around, she said oh hi and put whatever she had in her hands into her purse and then I couldn’t see it. She had on a orange and rose colored sweater with a long skirt except you could see her ankles and socks. I walked past her expecting to see my mom in the kitchen or wherever but when I walked past she burped real loudly and it was gross, gurgly. I looked at her and she just smiled and then started scratching her head a lot and under her boob some. I kept walking and when i got out the kitchen she wasn’t there and the lamp was still on. The couch had a little wet spot and when i went upstairs my mom was still asleep. Her dumb boyfriend was there too.
I didn’t tell my mom bc she would just say i was having a nightmare again. whatever.
shit
stacyhiller 