Day Twenty-six - The story

Now, how much, or indeed if any, of the following you want to believe is entirely up to you. Some may read it and understand because they experienced something similar, but most may just downright dismiss it as hokum - and that's ok, really, because herein I present not only my truth, but also that of my family.

So to cut a long story short - the house we lived in in that small town until the end of my fourth grade? It was haunted. And when I say haunted, you have no idea, really. It's something almost straight out of Poltergeist or some other horror movie. And me and my family had to go through some pretty weird shit - including levitation (my brother), walls suddenly becoming blood-stained, things disappearing from one part of the house and then appearing in another, surface reflections that reflected not your image, but of something other. And those were the most normal parts of the ordeal, believe it or not. You see, apparently the area where we lived in had been the site of some pretty horrendous and bloody battles centuries past, and that created something there that attracted the very bad kind of energies. Also, and unbeknownst to me as a kid, apparently my mother's side of the family had some history with events of this sort, and it was something that followed them throughout the years. Understand, please, that on the one hand I was very young when this happened, and on the other I do not know every single part of the story - both my mother and grandmother chose to keep a lot in the dark, maybe to protect us.

But what I do know is that very early on in my life, when I was still a baby, I started talking to my mother in another person's voice, describing to her how I had died at the bottom of the sea and fishes were eating my dead body. This, naturally, scared the living daylights out of her, and maybe around that time they decided to take some precautions. For as far as I can recall, the smell of incense hung heavy in the air. And not the sort of nice sweet smelling incense, no. It was that kind of incense used in religious ceremonies - I loathe the smelll of incense since then. 

As a kid, and this probably before I even started going to school, I used to love sleeping in our living room. And back then, I'd sometimes have entire sleepless nights because on one corner of the room there would be a fox that stared at me all night long. Though I don't recall ever being afraid of it, I also had my guardian angels by my side - pretty heady and out there stuff, I know, but real lived experiences my family shared. But not everyone. At least not to my knowledge, there might be something else I don't know, and I'm not in a position to ask either party... but my father seemed to go through all these weird things completely oblivious of what was happening.

This is but part one of the story. There will be more.