My encounters with the supernatural

Ever get that pang in your heart when you're walking around and you feel as if someone else is there?

You turn around expecting to see a tall man looming over you just behind your heels. Yet all you see is the empty, freshly painted wall that has always been there?

You walk from room to room checking to make sure all the doors and windows are locked, and all the while you feel like someone is following a little too closely behind you.

You turn your back to the shower head to wash out your hair, and you just know that there is someone peeking around the curtain.

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I've had these feelings since I was little. I've been able to sense things almost all my life. I have dreams, and their meanings predict exactly whats going on. I get these intense feelings where I know something is wrong with someone I know.

Now that there is a bit of history behind the story, I've got to tell you what is happening.

I was sitting on the couch and listening to Tegan and Sara. I felt and heard something large fall off my left arm. I looked everywhere and nearly took apart the entire couch to look some more. Found nothing at all. I get up and get an apple, and saw a shadow on the floor next to me. I turn around, and nothing is there. Making my way across the room I heard, rather then felt, someone walking behind me. I spun around quickly to see nothing but the kitchen table, sitting motionless staring at me as if I were the piece of discolored, out of place wood. After I devour the apple, I walk to the shower and Buffy, my black as night, odd mannered, under developed cat follows me in. Water on and hair soaked, she starts to meow. Louder and longer than ever before. I begin talking to her, hoping to shut her up, but nothing works. I sense a dark figure behind me. It felt somewhat less than good. It was misplaced. It felt as if the presence behind me was just lurking. Following me around like some crazed stalker. Leaving the shower, my heart began to hurt. Even now, laying in bed and telling you this, my heart hurts. It's a constant, deep, kind of pressure on my heart. Panic attack much?

My special epiphany

"You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering."-Henri F Amiel
-The art of living. The free style of speech. The beauty in the design. The courage in the day. The appropriate amount of time wasted on days that you have nothing to do.
Everything is nothing without a little mystery. Make beautiful poetry out of the pain you feel. Write an inspiring song from the loss. Write a book of how you go through it. One tiny mistake, one small worry, one spec of doubt, one centimeter of horror and the outcome could be something you never ever imagined. Make the best out of the worst situations. Rise up from the pain and the grief and look at the rubble around that once was your life. Instead of drowning in the pain and the loss. Ride the wave, and bask in the warm sun that pulled you out of the wreckage. Take life in the plam of your hand, grasp it tightly, and live from that day on, knowing that what made you stronger was what broke you. Never regret anything, as much as it hurts. It changed you, made you who you are, and with it, something good always erupts.-Amber

The poem that made them all cry

Daddy who used to be

Sometimes it hurts when I think about the future.

Mostly because I know you won't be there.

You were my best friend. My big teddy bear.

You always told me not to worry,

To cheer up, because the good guy wins at the end of the story.

But lately, I look around.

And all I hear is how you're down.

I close my eyes and fight the frown.

But deep inside I already know who wins this fight.

It's never the good guy anymore.

I hold back the thoughts, so the words won't pour.

I see the number before the phone even rings,

I think about answering, but my hand starts to sting.

Clicking ignore hurts more than talking to you.

But, the lies have become too much for me to handle,

I feel like i'm starting to unglue,

I start to shake and realize I have nothing to hold onto.

You left and took my spirit away,

You changed and broke my heart,

you called again today,

I might just take my phone apart.

The tears I've cried would fill an entire bath,

is it too much to ask for you to follow the right path.?

You're older than me, and yet I tell you how to live your life,

I wish things were different and my days weren't filled with strife.

But, every night the phone rings,

And I have no choice but to answer it.

Even though I wish I didn't give a shit,

you're my father, and it kills me more and more,

every minute to know that youre never going to be,

who you used to be.

The daddy who used to love me.

-AmberWomack 7.14.10