The Little Clown by the Window

<v Speaker 1>I turned back around and one of them has with
<v Speaker 1>their hand wrapped around to a frame of the closet.
<v Speaker 1>I can see the fingers sticking out.
<v Speaker 2>Have you ever seen something move that absolutely shouldn't. No breeze,
<v Speaker 2>no wind, just a lifeless clown doll on a swing,
<v Speaker 2>moving on its own. My name is Edwin, and here
<v Speaker 2>is alexis true scary story.
<v Speaker 1>The first time that happened, I was around six or seven.
<v Speaker 1>It's the first memory I've read of my grandmother's townhouse.
<v Speaker 1>One bedroom was dedicated to a regular, little cute hangout room.
<v Speaker 1>The other bedroom that wasn't her room, was dedicated to
<v Speaker 1>her crafts. And in her craft room there is this
<v Speaker 1>giant body length mirror. On top of this mirror, sitting
<v Speaker 1>in front of it was a porcelain slash stucked clown doll.
<v Speaker 1>I just hated this doll. It creeped me out. I
<v Speaker 1>literally closed the door and I was like, I don't
<v Speaker 1>want to see it. I want nothing to do with it.
<v Speaker 1>Later that night, I woke up to go to the bathroom.
<v Speaker 1>I never have slept through the night. I don't know why.
<v Speaker 1>I'm still that way till this day. I remember getting
<v Speaker 1>up fro out of her bed, crawling over her because
<v Speaker 1>I had to sleep near the wall. I was a
<v Speaker 1>wild sleeper and I would fall off the bed constantly.
<v Speaker 1>I'm walking down the hallway. It's dark. I'm a little
<v Speaker 1>bit scared, but it's my grandma's house. Nothing that's gonna
<v Speaker 1>happen to me. The craft door room is open. Sometimes
<v Speaker 1>she goes in there. She might have just left the
<v Speaker 1>door open. I remember the window being open. It was
<v Speaker 1>nighttime because I remember the moon shining. It was a breezy,
<v Speaker 1>there was no wind. The curtains definitely would have been moving.
<v Speaker 1>I could stand across the room and off air into
<v Speaker 1>the room and the curtains would move. They were very light,
<v Speaker 1>sheer curtains. The curtains weren't moving. And the mirror sits
<v Speaker 1>in front of the window. You can see about half
<v Speaker 1>of the window. The clown doll starts swaying side to side. Now,
<v Speaker 1>if we're talking logically, if it's in front of the window,
<v Speaker 1>it should be swaying front to back if there's a wind.
<v Speaker 1>And it's not a light doll, but it's not particularly
<v Speaker 1>to be heavy either, So even if there was wind
<v Speaker 1>blowing into the room, there is no logical way for
<v Speaker 1>the doll to be moving because the mirror is blocking
<v Speaker 1>any wind that should be coming into the room, and
<v Speaker 1>the wind definitely wouldn't have been strong enough to this
<v Speaker 1>doll and a swaying side to side. I get so
<v Speaker 1>fred out. I am standing there in shock. If I
<v Speaker 1>close the craft room door, I go to the bathroom,
<v Speaker 1>wash my hands, and I run back into the bed.
<v Speaker 1>I tell my grandma about it the next day. She's like, Okay,
<v Speaker 1>it seems like you had an a let's pray about it.
<v Speaker 1>My grandma was raised Catholic, later converted to Baptist Christian.
<v Speaker 1>She's like, okay, we're gonna say it. Prayer, You're going
<v Speaker 1>to feel better. I did tell my mom when I
<v Speaker 1>got back with her that I didn't like the feeling
<v Speaker 1>the dog gave me. I didn't tell her specifically the
<v Speaker 1>story until I was much older. I have told it
<v Speaker 1>a couple people since then, now that I'm way older
<v Speaker 1>and recanting these stories. But my family is the only
<v Speaker 1>people that know that I don't like clowns. It's not
<v Speaker 1>a fear. I just don't like them. I never have
<v Speaker 1>That's the only very vivid experience I have with this dog.
<v Speaker 1>After that, my Grandma would put it away when I
<v Speaker 1>would come older, because it was freaking me ou After
<v Speaker 1>that day, I didn't like looking at it. I didn't
<v Speaker 1>like knowing what existed. I'm a very out of sight,
<v Speaker 1>out of mind type of person. The interesting thing about
<v Speaker 1>my grandma's house, though, as you would experience gusts the wind,
<v Speaker 1>or like you would hear whispers or see flashes of
<v Speaker 1>things moving throughout the house, except for in her room,
<v Speaker 1>which is where she kept everything religious. It's not that
<v Speaker 1>she didn't have crosses throughout the house here and there,
<v Speaker 1>but all of her holy oil was in her jewelry box.
<v Speaker 1>All of her holy Bibles was in her room, specifically
<v Speaker 1>a big blue one, because that is her grandfather's Holy
<v Speaker 1>Bible and it's been passed down. My mom now owns
<v Speaker 1>possession of it. That's the only room I've never experienced
<v Speaker 1>anything in. My cousin has experienced things in my grandmother's house,
<v Speaker 1>she hasn't gone into detail. I've had another cousin that
<v Speaker 1>claimed to see shadow figures throughout the house and throughout
<v Speaker 1>the hallways. But nobody's ever had stories about my grandma's
<v Speaker 1>rooms specifically, And I think that's because she is a
<v Speaker 1>very vivid, very loyal, devout Christian. Whenever her grandchildren, any
<v Speaker 1>one of us, would have a nightmare, she would go
<v Speaker 1>through and rebless the house. That's just how she's always
<v Speaker 1>brought comfort to us and comfort to herself. When I
<v Speaker 1>was about ten, she moved out of that townhouse in
<v Speaker 1>to an apartment, but she lived in the basement, so
<v Speaker 1>it was probably a house that was converted into apartments.
<v Speaker 1>I would experience very vivid nightmares. I don't remember them
<v Speaker 1>in detail because I was quite young, but it was
<v Speaker 1>to the point where they would wake me up and
<v Speaker 1>I would not go back to sleep, or if I
<v Speaker 1>did go back to sleep, I would jumped right back
<v Speaker 1>into those nightmares. I would have them repeatedly throughout the night.
<v Speaker 1>That basement level apartment was probably the most negative feeling
<v Speaker 1>space that my grandma has ever lived in. She no
<v Speaker 1>longer lives there. She moved out of there when I
<v Speaker 1>was thirteen, so my last year of middle school, she
<v Speaker 1>did move out of there. The second really scary experience
<v Speaker 1>that I remember was when she was moving from that
<v Speaker 1>original townhouse in the first story to the second one
<v Speaker 1>where she was living in an apartment in a basement.
<v Speaker 1>She had gifted that clown doll to my eldest brother.
<v Speaker 1>I don't know why he liked it. I don't know
<v Speaker 1>why he wanted it. Maybe it was because I was
<v Speaker 1>scared of it and he wanted to irritate me, like
<v Speaker 1>all brothers do. He claimed it was because he liked
<v Speaker 1>the doll. But I remember coming home from school one
<v Speaker 1>day and it is sitting in my brother's room, hanging
<v Speaker 1>in front of his bar. It was like, why do
<v Speaker 1>you have this number one? This is Grandma's number two?
<v Speaker 1>This thing is creepy. I don't want it in the house.
<v Speaker 1>And my brothers like, there's nothing wrong with it, like
<v Speaker 1>you're overreacting. Grandma gave it to me, so I get
<v Speaker 1>to decide where it goes. I just remember complaining nonsense
<v Speaker 1>about it. I was like, I don't want it in
<v Speaker 1>the house. I hate it. It creeps me out. I
<v Speaker 1>can't believe it doesn't creep the rest of you guys out.
<v Speaker 1>I mean, look at it. And when I come home
<v Speaker 1>one day, it's gone. My brother's complaining that it's gone.
<v Speaker 1>He doesn't know where it is. He thinks I touched it,
<v Speaker 1>so we're fighting about it. I'm like, I didn't touch
<v Speaker 1>your creepy clown doll. I would never in a million
<v Speaker 1>years touch that thing. It's not my fault, but it's gone.
<v Speaker 1>It was ugly good. But till this day, I'm not
<v Speaker 1>sure if my mom did actually throw it out or
<v Speaker 1>it did disappear. After this clown doll had came into
<v Speaker 1>our house, I found it experience a more vividly so.
<v Speaker 1>The way our house was set up. It was also
<v Speaker 1>a townhouse, but it was slightly bigger than my grandma.
<v Speaker 1>The kitchen had the stairs in the corner of the kitchen.
<v Speaker 1>It was across the room from the sink. There was
<v Speaker 1>a closet there. One night, I had tried to be
<v Speaker 1>like about not doing my chore preteen hormones. I'm being sassy.
<v Speaker 1>I don't feel like doing the dishes. I'm like, if
<v Speaker 1>I pretend to go to sleep, my mom's not gonna
<v Speaker 1>wake me up. She does end up waking me up.
<v Speaker 1>It's like ten or eleven at night. She tells them
<v Speaker 1>to go downstairs and do the dishes. I'm popping and
<v Speaker 1>puffing going down the stairs again, the usual preteen girl attitude.
<v Speaker 1>Of course, I start the dishwater, waiting for the water
<v Speaker 1>to rise in the kitchen, there is a closet. It's
<v Speaker 1>a big one, but it's used to store the boiler
<v Speaker 1>and the heater, and you do have some space to
<v Speaker 1>fit like brooms and mops. The closet was usually closed,
<v Speaker 1>but cracked open a little bit so that we could
<v Speaker 1>slide our hand in to grab the broom and the moth.
<v Speaker 1>She was very specific about not opening it any wider.
<v Speaker 1>Don't go in the closet, just reach in grab it.
<v Speaker 1>You have to get and take your hand back out.
<v Speaker 1>I am diagonally across from it at the stake, and
<v Speaker 1>I feel something staring at me. It's kind of like
<v Speaker 1>if you have a pet and they're laying down or
<v Speaker 1>they're sitting somewhere behind you, and you can just feel
<v Speaker 1>them looking at you. But it's very intense gates. I'm
<v Speaker 1>spinning around a the kitchen, doing a full three sixty,
<v Speaker 1>looking around, looking under the table. Because my brother had
<v Speaker 1>a habit of scaring me. I waited for a little bit,
<v Speaker 1>turn back around, start doing the dishes again. I feel
<v Speaker 1>that stare on me again. After I want to say,
<v Speaker 1>maybe one or two minutes of not feeling eyes on me,
<v Speaker 1>turn back around in my eyes immediately connect with the
<v Speaker 1>slither opening of the closet door in the kitchen, as
<v Speaker 1>are adjusting to it because there is no light in
<v Speaker 1>that Peter closet, and I see the silhouettes of what
<v Speaker 1>looks like something from a comedy movie where it's the
<v Speaker 1>youngest character on the bottom and it goes by age,
<v Speaker 1>and it's like three of them, so the youngest, the
<v Speaker 1>middle child, and the eldest at the top peeking around
<v Speaker 1>a corner. The vibe it's giving is like I'm prey,
<v Speaker 1>like I'm being watched and I'm about to be chased.
<v Speaker 1>I turn back around and I start doing the dishes
<v Speaker 1>just a little bit faster, and I still feel that
<v Speaker 1>the gaze on me. I turned back around and one
<v Speaker 1>of them has like their hand wrapped around through the
<v Speaker 1>frame of the closet. I can see the fingers staking out.
<v Speaker 1>I feel like once they know that I see them,
<v Speaker 1>and I'm scared, they're going to get me. So I
<v Speaker 1>try to slowly and calm and turn back around and
<v Speaker 1>start doing the dishes. But I'm rapid fire or doing
<v Speaker 1>these dishes. It's very clear that I'm freaked out. I
<v Speaker 1>drain out the sink and I book it back up
<v Speaker 1>the stairs. I wake up my mom. She's like, why
<v Speaker 1>are you running in the house. I'm like, it's nothing.
<v Speaker 1>I finish the dishes, I'm going to bed. I saw
<v Speaker 1>them on and off throughout my childhood. They've always liked
<v Speaker 1>to mess with me. It wasn't every time or every
<v Speaker 1>night I was in the kitchen, but if it was
<v Speaker 1>late enough and everybody else was doing their own thing
<v Speaker 1>or sleep, one of them or all three of them
<v Speaker 1>would appear. I never got any distinct details. It's just
<v Speaker 1>like a silhouette of a person. But they were short,
<v Speaker 1>almost like they were supposed to be children. But the
<v Speaker 1>vibes I was getting was definitely not childlike spirit. I
<v Speaker 1>always hated reaching my hand and I would get to
<v Speaker 1>the broom. I would try to get my brothers to
<v Speaker 1>do it for me. I would try to get away
<v Speaker 1>with opening the closet door a little bit more so
<v Speaker 1>that I could see in there better, because I always
<v Speaker 1>thought one of them was going to grab me when
<v Speaker 1>I went to go reach for the broom. Of the mob,
<v Speaker 1>I was fourteen, and I had decided I wanted to
<v Speaker 1>completely move around on my side at the bedroom, and
<v Speaker 1>I didn't want to do it with my mom's help.
<v Speaker 1>Because I had a very specific vision for how I
<v Speaker 1>wanted my side of the bedroom to look. So I
<v Speaker 1>had a desk and a dresser and a twin sized bed,
<v Speaker 1>very simple. I had to fit all my stuff in
<v Speaker 1>there with my sibling stuff. I had very minimal stuff,
<v Speaker 1>they had very minimal stuff, but I had half of
<v Speaker 1>the room. There was a row of windows across the doorway,
<v Speaker 1>and then it was supposed to be a regular closet
<v Speaker 1>with a sliding door, but we took down the sliding
<v Speaker 1>door after I was like five. My bed was in
<v Speaker 1>the middle of the closet and on the side with
<v Speaker 1>the windows was my desk and it had a vanity
<v Speaker 1>mirror on it that could detach from the desk and reattach.
<v Speaker 1>And on the other side was my dresser. I had
<v Speaker 1>this big, huge, wooden, heavy mirror. So, unfortunately, because I
<v Speaker 1>was not paying attention and had no idea these existed
<v Speaker 1>at the time, I had accidentally created a vortex in
<v Speaker 1>my room, which is two mirrors facing each other that
<v Speaker 1>creates an infinite reflection of mirrors. I had put my
<v Speaker 1>bed in the middle of a wartex so vortex is
<v Speaker 1>kind of like a door for spirits and entities. There's
<v Speaker 1>no specifics to it. You can't just create the vortex
<v Speaker 1>as an intention of letting good spirits into your home.
<v Speaker 1>The only way that I know that you can create
<v Speaker 1>one is using mirrors, which is you face them towards
<v Speaker 1>each other. And because a mirror is a reflection, it's
<v Speaker 1>an infinite reflection of mirrors. It just keeps going. There
<v Speaker 1>is no end. And I don't know this specifics of
<v Speaker 1>why it creates this amount of energy that allows spirits
<v Speaker 1>to pass through it. But it's for some reason, something
<v Speaker 1>special that they can use. But yes, I did it
<v Speaker 1>unintentionally create a vortex in my room and almost sleep
<v Speaker 1>in between it. I flipped over the small mirror that
<v Speaker 1>could attack from the desk. I took it off the
<v Speaker 1>desk and I sat it on the ground next to
<v Speaker 1>my bed. I remember eating dinner that night, going to
<v Speaker 1>bed again. I don't sleep throughout the night. I wake
<v Speaker 1>up periodically. I had woken up just to reposition myself
<v Speaker 1>at the foot of my bed. To the side of
<v Speaker 1>it was a tall shadow figure not hunched over my bed,
<v Speaker 1>but slightly leaned forward and his head turned looking at me,
<v Speaker 1>almost look a curious way, and I like a somebody
<v Speaker 1>that comes to look at a baby in a cradle
<v Speaker 1>type of way. I did not want it to notice
<v Speaker 1>that I knew, so I pretended like I couldn't see them.
<v Speaker 1>I turned over to my right side and I went
<v Speaker 1>back to sleep. I woke up for a second time
<v Speaker 1>that night, and I was going to go to the
<v Speaker 1>bathroom to get up for my bed. I go to
<v Speaker 1>my doorway to go to the bathroom that is on
<v Speaker 1>my right. He's standing at the top of my stairs
<v Speaker 1>in the corner in front of the linen closet, staring
<v Speaker 1>at my doorway. I'm looking at him. He's looking at me.
<v Speaker 1>At this point, I'm thinking he for sure knows that
<v Speaker 1>I know he's there. I turned back around. I'm like,
<v Speaker 1>you know what, I don't want to go to the
<v Speaker 1>bathroom anymore. I'm just going to go back to sleep.
<v Speaker 1>Pretend I never saw anything. I climb back into bed.
<v Speaker 1>I significantly hide a little bit more under the covers.
<v Speaker 1>This time. I'm wake up a third time. It's probably
<v Speaker 1>four maybe five in the morning. I get up and
<v Speaker 1>I was like, this has been a weird night. I
<v Speaker 1>just want my mom. Actively getting up out of the bed,
<v Speaker 1>I go to my doorway to go to my mom's here.
<v Speaker 1>He's standing in my mom's doorway again, staring at my doorway.
<v Speaker 1>I'm looking at him. He's looking at me. It's almost
<v Speaker 1>as if he knew. This time, he is actively blocking
<v Speaker 1>my pathway to my mother. I'm freaked out this time.
<v Speaker 1>I don't even go back to sleep. I just go
<v Speaker 1>into my bed. I hide under my covers. At this
<v Speaker 1>point in my life, I haven't fully accepted the fact
<v Speaker 1>that I can see things, experience things. I can see things.
<v Speaker 1>I was raised backtis Christian. That is what my mother is.
<v Speaker 1>She is still that faith till this day. I was
<v Speaker 1>taught that this isn't a real thing. Christians don't necessarily
<v Speaker 1>believe in spirits and demons walking around us and being
<v Speaker 1>around us. That's more of like a Catholic thing. So
<v Speaker 1>whenever I had told my mom about these experiences, She's like,
<v Speaker 1>it was just a nightmare. I had always had very
<v Speaker 1>vivid nightmares since I was a small child, so she's like,
<v Speaker 1>it was just a nightmare. It's okay, We're gonna pray
<v Speaker 1>You're okay. I did pask my mom a couple months ago. Hey,
<v Speaker 1>when I told you about these experiences, did you actually
<v Speaker 1>believe me, and she told me, I don't necessarily believe
<v Speaker 1>in spirits, but I believe my daughter. So what she
<v Speaker 1>would do was when the kids are away, we would
<v Speaker 1>be at school, or we'd be at my grandma, she
<v Speaker 1>would do what my grandma would do, which is re
<v Speaker 1>anoint the house, but crosses of fully oil on the doors, windows,
<v Speaker 1>any entrance way throughout the house, and recite Bible verses
<v Speaker 1>of God being stronger than demons and the devil, et cetera.
<v Speaker 1>She never told me she did these things because she
<v Speaker 1>didn't want to feed into it and make me more
<v Speaker 1>scared than I already was. But now then I'm older,
<v Speaker 1>she admits that she could take a precaution and did
<v Speaker 1>re annoint the home every time I would experience something.
<v Speaker 1>And that is the last time that I saw that
<v Speaker 1>shadow man. I'm not sure if it's because my mom
<v Speaker 1>re anointed the house after I did tell her the
<v Speaker 1>following morning, or if he was just passing through the vortex,
<v Speaker 1>because that does open another door essentially and just happen
<v Speaker 1>to be passing. We had moved my junior year of
<v Speaker 1>high school. I was sixteen. This was my mom's first
<v Speaker 1>time buying home. But it's customary for Baptist Christians when
<v Speaker 1>they move into a new space. Whether it's a new
<v Speaker 1>office space, a new house, a new apartment, doesn't matter.
<v Speaker 1>It's a new space that is your own that you're
<v Speaker 1>going to be occupying. You're supposed to clean it, and
<v Speaker 1>then you're supposed to annoult it. You're supposed to ask
<v Speaker 1>God to bless it and to protect it because this
<v Speaker 1>is your place, this is your home, this is your office.
<v Speaker 1>He protects you, and He also protects the spaces that
<v Speaker 1>you reside in. And then we moved in. I have
<v Speaker 1>my own room for the first time. I was loving it.
<v Speaker 1>My parents decided to move into the basement because my
<v Speaker 1>mom has a love self. I had taken the master
<v Speaker 1>bedroom upstairs. My little brother had taken that attic converted space.
<v Speaker 1>My little sister had taken the room that was next
<v Speaker 1>to mine. In that room, I had my bed that
<v Speaker 1>was across from the door, My desk was across from
<v Speaker 1>the windows. I had a walking closet, and I had
<v Speaker 1>a giant wooden dresser. I remember I spent all day
<v Speaker 1>decorating it and I'm straightening up my dresser, just making
<v Speaker 1>everything look perfect. I remember I was falling asleep watching
<v Speaker 1>TV because the TV is directly across from my bed,
<v Speaker 1>right next to that giant wooden dresser. This is the
<v Speaker 1>first time that I experienced sleeper oalysis. When you experienced
<v Speaker 1>for the first time, it's very scary. You don't know
<v Speaker 1>what's wrong, you don't know why you're experiencing this. Is
<v Speaker 1>this a nightmare? My eyes are starting to adjust to
<v Speaker 1>the darkness of my room, and on top of the
<v Speaker 1>big wooden dresser is this bigger entity, hunched over, kind
<v Speaker 1>of like when a cat is sitting, but more hunched
<v Speaker 1>in the shoulders. Its head is tilted to his side,
<v Speaker 1>almost like it's trying to lean off. The top of
<v Speaker 1>the dresser is staring at me, and I'm freaking out.
<v Speaker 1>It's black and white spreads all over, and a really long,
<v Speaker 1>pointy nose and really long fingers and really sharp teeth.
<v Speaker 1>I can easily turn all the light and see if
<v Speaker 1>I'm hallucinating, but I can't move. I can't even blink,
<v Speaker 1>and I'm just staring at it, and it's staring me
<v Speaker 1>and smiling, very cat type of smile, and it starts
<v Speaker 1>talking to me. I don't remember specifically would it said,
<v Speaker 1>Probably because I was freaking out in that moment. But
<v Speaker 1>then I remember snapping out of my sleep prowless experience
<v Speaker 1>and immediately reaching for my phone to google do they
<v Speaker 1>talk to you? But I didn't see anything in the
<v Speaker 1>internet on Google about it talking to someone, and so
<v Speaker 1>I was like, maybe it wasn't any mare because if
<v Speaker 1>nobody else has experienced this thing talking to them, and
<v Speaker 1>maybe it was slee prolyssis at first, and I had
<v Speaker 1>fallen asleep and it became a nightmare because it was scary.
<v Speaker 1>I do know it was for sure sleep paralysis. I
<v Speaker 1>just don't know what part that figure fits into because
<v Speaker 1>he did talk to me. Ever since then it has
<v Speaker 1>not happened. But to be fair, I did move out
<v Speaker 1>of I was like, I don't want to sleep in here.
<v Speaker 1>I can't sleep in here Nowly after that, I did
<v Speaker 1>move out, and I do live in an apartment now
<v Speaker 1>with my boyfriend. I have not experienced anything in this apartment,
<v Speaker 1>even though I did not do what my mother would
<v Speaker 1>have liked me to do, which was annoy my apartment.
<v Speaker 1>The most recent experience was for my name birthday. My
<v Speaker 1>best friend Ayanna had come to pick me up for
<v Speaker 1>my birthday take me over to her apartment where she
<v Speaker 1>lives with her family. Just spend the weekend there, have
<v Speaker 1>the little girl's weekend, something to enjoy my birthday with.
<v Speaker 1>She gives me a necklace and it is a Saint
<v Speaker 1>Benedict necklace, which is one of these saints for the
<v Speaker 1>Catholic religion, and he protects you from evil spirits and humans.
<v Speaker 1>They dropped me back off on a Sunday morning, and
<v Speaker 1>I get ready to go to work on Monday. I
<v Speaker 1>go throughout the whole week at work. The only difference
<v Speaker 1>was I had a coworker that I was somewhat friends with.
<v Speaker 1>We had a falling out and we were no longer
<v Speaker 1>on on good terms. I go into work Saturday. Saturdays
<v Speaker 1>aren't mandatory for my job. You can sign up for
<v Speaker 1>them to make overtime hours. I'm talking to her tip,
<v Speaker 1>her aunt, and she's asking me what happened between us.
<v Speaker 1>I's trying to get the story. The department I work
<v Speaker 1>in is to pick orders for whatever contacts that because
<v Speaker 1>of our orders, and you go throughout the aisles and
<v Speaker 1>you just find the numbers and you pick them out
<v Speaker 1>of the boxes. That's it. That's all. It's very simple.
<v Speaker 1>Sometimes there are gaps in between these shelves and you
<v Speaker 1>can see in between them into the aisle over or
<v Speaker 1>like what's behind or near the vicinity of whatever's in
<v Speaker 1>the point of view of that gap. And that specific
<v Speaker 1>gap that I was looking at while talking to her
<v Speaker 1>TEETHI was the one where we would get our papers
<v Speaker 1>from with the list of contacts that we were supposed
<v Speaker 1>to gather for that order, and you can see people's
<v Speaker 1>faces or like, depending on who they are, their chests.
<v Speaker 1>I'm looking through that crack, and I see her eyes
<v Speaker 1>looking back at me, and she has a very distinct
<v Speaker 1>way she wears her eyeliner. And we're the only people
<v Speaker 1>of color, black people in the job, so I know
<v Speaker 1>it's not me. I'm not looking at myself through the aisle,
<v Speaker 1>so I see her eyes looking at me. I paused
<v Speaker 1>talking to her TIETI, and I was like, oh, she's here.
<v Speaker 1>I didn't know if she was here, And she's like, oh,
<v Speaker 1>maybe she was late because you were supposed to be
<v Speaker 1>there at eight. But she takes the bus, so sometimes
<v Speaker 1>with the city transportation system you can run a little late.
<v Speaker 1>We go a better day, and at the end of
<v Speaker 1>the workshift, I'm talking to a mutual friend between me
<v Speaker 1>and that coworker, and I'm like, oh, where is she at? Like,
<v Speaker 1>are you guys not walking to the bus stop together?
<v Speaker 1>You're going to take the bus together now. And she's like, yeah,
<v Speaker 1>but she's not here. She hasn't been here today, she
<v Speaker 1>missed the bus this morning. And I was like, what
<v Speaker 1>do you mean she's not here? I thought I saw
<v Speaker 1>her this morning. She's not here. The reason I bring
<v Speaker 1>this story up was because originally for my birthday, before
<v Speaker 1>we had that falling out, we were supposed to go
<v Speaker 1>over to this co worker's apartment just to celebrate my birthday,
<v Speaker 1>have a girl's night. Because I ended up getting canceled.
<v Speaker 1>That's why my best friend came to get me this
<v Speaker 1>coworker's own board. I have never touched one. I knew
<v Speaker 1>they were going to be using it, but I wasn't
<v Speaker 1>going to be touching it. I was going to be
<v Speaker 1>going near it. That was going to be their fun
<v Speaker 1>thing for that weekend. But there are times in my
<v Speaker 1>life where I have had people come up with very
<v Speaker 1>interesting ideas like let's lease a weigi board, let's go
<v Speaker 1>play Bloody Mary in the mirror, and life intervenes for
<v Speaker 1>some reason, whether it's my mom calling me and being like,
<v Speaker 1>and you just come home, or my mom calling me
<v Speaker 1>and being like, something's not right. Something in my spirit
<v Speaker 1>is telling me, you're about to do something I raised
<v Speaker 1>you to know better than to do. You need to
<v Speaker 1>come home. This time it was just me having a
<v Speaker 1>falling out with her and then me not being friends
<v Speaker 1>with her. So the whole thing was seeing her eyes
<v Speaker 1>through the aisle and not her face. I just saw
<v Speaker 1>her eyes and I didn't hear her voice or see
<v Speaker 1>her walk. In was because in a lot of religions
<v Speaker 1>and sometimes in the Bible, you do see a lot
<v Speaker 1>of mentions of the eyes being a window to the soul.
<v Speaker 1>And having known that she has experienced paranormal things in
<v Speaker 1>her apartment, she did tell me that she has experienced
<v Speaker 1>ghost children running around her home. Maybe that's because she
<v Speaker 1>does have a son and they did latch on to
<v Speaker 1>the fact that there is a child in that home.
<v Speaker 1>I don't know, but because I know she has played
<v Speaker 1>with that, we do more multiple times. And I do
<v Speaker 1>believe on things attaching themselves to people and THENTO items
<v Speaker 1>and whatnot. Maybe that was the necklace showing me. That's
<v Speaker 1>my theory that she does have something following her around
<v Speaker 1>that it is confirmed that whatever spirit is roaming her
<v Speaker 1>apartment is definitely still there. The women and my family
<v Speaker 1>are spiritual in a sense when it comes to intuition
<v Speaker 1>of knowing things, but not paranormal. And I do wonder
<v Speaker 1>if that developed into paranormal for me, because children are
<v Speaker 1>more susceptible to the paranormal because we're so naive and
<v Speaker 1>we're so open minded and everything excites us. But I've
<v Speaker 1>always been very intuned. It's to the point where I
<v Speaker 1>can go to places and naturally tap into spirits that
<v Speaker 1>are there. It's like, yeah, there's one here right now.
<v Speaker 1>I can feel it here, but I'm just not gonna
<v Speaker 1>bother with it because it's not bothering me. I'm not
<v Speaker 1>bothering it. It can stay over there. On that side,
<v Speaker 1>I can stay over here. For the most part, I
<v Speaker 1>do ignore it because I do believe once you start
<v Speaker 1>indulging in them messing with you, they will say. And
<v Speaker 1>I'm not particularly religious, so I don't really have an
<v Speaker 1>prayers on hand. If I really do believe the situation
<v Speaker 1>recalls for a prayer, I call my mom, r I
<v Speaker 1>called my grandma, and I have them prayer the phone
<v Speaker 1>or I have them give me a prayer to say
<v Speaker 1>while walking throughout where I live. I'm not sure if
<v Speaker 1>they enjoy, especially the more meanner ones enjoy messing with
<v Speaker 1>people that are religious or have come from a religious background,
<v Speaker 1>or if it's because I'm open minded. I don't say
<v Speaker 1>they don't a wist. I don't say, hey, I'm a
<v Speaker 1>hardcore believer. There's probably the spirits walking around on the
<v Speaker 1>site walk outside my house right now. But I do
<v Speaker 1>believe that there are things that some people can't see
<v Speaker 1>an experience, and there are things other people definitely can
<v Speaker 1>see and definitely can spirit an experience. And I do
<v Speaker 1>believe they pick and choose who to show themselves to.
<v Speaker 1>I don't actively seek out the payer normal. I just
<v Speaker 1>exccept that it's around me and that it will sometimes
<v Speaker 1>reach out to me.
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