I lived in a very old house (as in working hand-pump in the yard, and servants' quarters) for the first 6 years of my marriage. I always had a sense of something not quite gone. Old houses have long memories, and not all are good. I had cats that stared at, chased and caught...nothing. Nothing visible.
Magick sensitive friends hated to visit.
My next place was a townhouse. Newer, but in a VERY bad part of town. (3 shootings in 9 mo) There was a dark patch at the top of the stairs. No matter how much light we shed in that hall and on the steps, that corner stayed gloomy. And there was a really bad vibe coming out of the kids' room closet. Just creeped me out. My mother got creeped too, even though I hadn't said anything. She thought i was cruel for making the kids sleep in there.
My grandfather died in 1984. He loved many people a great deal. My grandmother told me her story of how he reminded her where she'd lost her rings when I told her this one. It was 1994. My baby was just 2. She was sitting up in Grandpa's Chair (and it was always Grandpa's Chair, even 10 years after his death), and started to the edge. I bounced out of my chair, thinking to catch her. But I saw her overbalance and start to fall. The air in front of the chair shimmered, and she was back at the back of the seat. My grandpa wasn't going to let his great-grandbaby fall out of his chair.
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Date: 2003-05-15 07:53 pm (UTC)I lived in a very old house (as in working hand-pump in the yard, and servants' quarters) for the first 6 years of my marriage. I always had a sense of something not quite gone. Old houses have long memories, and not all are good. I had cats that stared at, chased and caught...nothing. Nothing visible.
Magick sensitive friends hated to visit.
My next place was a townhouse. Newer, but in a VERY bad part of town. (3 shootings in 9 mo) There was a dark patch at the top of the stairs. No matter how much light we shed in that hall and on the steps, that corner stayed gloomy. And there was a really bad vibe coming out of the kids' room closet. Just creeped me out. My mother got creeped too, even though I hadn't said anything. She thought i was cruel for making the kids sleep in there.
My grandfather died in 1984. He loved many people a great deal. My grandmother told me her story of how he reminded her where she'd lost her rings when I told her this one. It was 1994. My baby was just 2. She was sitting up in Grandpa's Chair (and it was always Grandpa's Chair, even 10 years after his death), and started to the edge. I bounced out of my chair, thinking to catch her. But I saw her overbalance and start to fall. The air in front of the chair shimmered, and she was back at the back of the seat.
My grandpa wasn't going to let his great-grandbaby fall out of his chair.