posted on Jun, 27 2011 @ 04:03 AM
Wow, there's a few interesting stories in this thread.
During my late teens, I would have issues with losing things like watches, flashlights, memory cards, etc. Sometimes I would realize that I've lost
some valuable stuff after a hard night of drinking, which is strange since I pay strict attention to the items that I carry while under the influence
so I don't lose them, and I was always convinced that I would lose these things around my house anyways.
I kinda had the thought of mysterious forces screwing around with me, but I let them know vocally that I was not amused as I ripped apart my house
looking for these items of value to me.
These days I don't seem to be affected by this problem anymore, but I guess I've just become too mentally preoccupied to notice such activity,
unlike when I was a child.
They liked to scare me back then, even winged a large container of my toys across an empty room in the dead of night when I was like 5 years old. My
dad tried to come up with some rationalization at the time... Yet that doesn't explain this weird, vaguely short and long since repressed memory
that has returned to me as of late, of seeing a large silhouetted figure staring me down from across my childhood bedroom when the only thing that I
had to protect me was my blanket. Whatever it was, it definitely followed me around to a few different homes, hiding in the darkest rooms and waiting
until I was alone before making its presence known.
Life is a trip.