When you hear a creak or a bump late at night, do you think it's your dog or cat out of bed, coming to greet you once more? Or do you think your house is haunted? Maybe you think you're a little insane... well, I wake up to these noises about every night. But you're not reading some person's in strain jacket story. You're reading about a sane girl who has the gift to see ghosts, and have premonitions about complicated subjects. But instead of talking about a premonition coming true that you can read in any old folktale book, you'll hear about the ghosts that haunt what I call my sanctuary. To be more specific, not only my home, but my room.
My room isn't what you'd call clean, but it is what you call renovated. We renovated the house about 5 years ago. And since then, I see these ghosts here. I started to see the spirits when I was maybe about 5. I was around 7 when the renovating happened. Within the 2 years in between, I've seen not many ghosts, but enough to know what I am capable of. And then so, the renovations began. I've heard before that when renovating a home, it can free or release the trapped spirits that have been put away under its walls. But these spirits aren't there by force; they're here by their own will. They allow them to move more, excel to more capabilities of what they want to do. Taunt, Tease, Scare, but most of all KILL. The renovations didn't take long. No more than 3 months. We had also built over a chicken coop we used to have to make it our grandparent's home.
But since the renovation things had gotten weirder around the family home. Things were gloomier, and scarier to bear. I remember once as a 5 year old, I turned from the computer to see a rather dreaded ghost in back of me. It wasn't directly in the back of me because it was more at a distance. I could see the shadow of the poor man or figure lingering, as if it's about to attack whoever disturbs its rest. I was a little dumb at the age, and decided to go to the figure and say something that would make him vanish or ascend into the light. Like the movies. But not everything can be as easy as a screen written movie. I thought for a minute as I started to approach the figure and thought maybe it was just my dad's lunch box in a way that made it look like the head of a man. But then I got next to it to see that it was a real ghost. I went back to the computer scared and without a sound. I thought that maybe it would forget about me, and leave. I decided to look over my shoulder at the corner of my eye to see if he had left yet. I didn't want to make it obvious that I was looking over to him. He was there one minute, but then flashed away in a blink.
It hadn't been my dad's lunch box, but my mind with a gift. Now, I see more ghosts, and dream more things. But I wake up late at night hearing a creek or a bump. And just as I had said in the beginning, you'd ask your self if you were sane or not. But when I do wake up to these noises, there's always a shadow that wants me to be alarmed of it, and have no self control, but to have a stroke from fear, and never see the world as it has been seen for many years, ever again. So when things go bump, it's your choice to believe that it's either a ghost that appears as a figment of your imagination, or maybe it's just your cat saying hello. Your choice.