I don't know what I should say, or maybe I do - I'm not sure. I was sick this morning so I slept until I was back to how I should have been all along, but I wasn't - or maybe I was. My school had a snow day so my sister, Chelsea, was home. So I took a shower, and then saw my psychologist. We talked about trying to connect how I feel with how I act. She believes that my separation from who I really am might be causing my hallucinations. That the people are there to bring me back to myself, but I suspect something quite more.....sinister. On a different note, my attempts to contact Casey Calvert have failed so far, but I haven't been doing everything I could be so I will continue to try. I'm entirely indecisive about whether I believe necromancy is wrong. Of course you are an uninterested bystander, am I right? You could care less about contacting the dead, correct? Oh well, it doesn't matter.....it was never worth it anyway, I don't deserve to be here - so why should you care about me? Which is EXACTLY why you don't! This is worthless...
CadyJP
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I Don't Know What to Say...
Posted by setmyfriendsonfire27 at 6:38 PM
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Hey who's Casey Calvert? Are you being haunted? cuz if you are...well, let's just say, i can relate.
hey...in response to your comment on mine (thanx by the way :D) i didn't know who was haunting me but i always assumed it was a child because i lived literally right behind my elementary school which was rumored to have been built on a grave yard and no one would ever go to the bathrooms alone because wierd stuff would always happen. well one time, when you know, it was an emergency, i basically said screw it and went by myself cuz no one wanted to go with me. I was completely alone in there, i was in third grade, the bathroom was dark, and then the stall's walls started to rattle and i heard voices, i ran! then, any other time i would go to that bathroom, with someone, there would be messages with my name on the stall, always telling me to find random, childish things like a doll and other things. they were always threats. the janito would always paint over them but they'd always reappear, sometimes even the same day he painted. I would be alone in the hall and blank pieces of paper would be thrown at me when there was no one else around. I would always feel as if i was watched. then, one time i was home alone and the walls, light, and bed in my room started to rattle, i screamed and ran to my best friends house down the street...i eventually moved to a different school and it stopped for a while. then i moved back to california (before i was in Hawaii) and i would see her. i would wake up in the night and see her walking,glowing, in a period style white dress walking into the next room where my sisters slept. I would go to sleep with threats in my ear and wake up to wierd noises in an empty room, i would walk up the stairs and feel a hand pull me down from the ankle...so yeah. i swear, that is the complete truth.
yeah, it kinda gives me piece of mind knowing for sure that she's here and i'm not just going insane...although that would be an interesting experience. :P But then again, it's not always the most comfortable experience when you're hearing things ya know? it doesn't get less creepy but i know there's not much i can do about it, i'm the only one in my family whose had experiences and believes in her, so instead of freaking out i just kinda have to change my frame of mind.
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