Strange Sensations
Okay, well it looks like there is no rush to find another workshop. It will still have to happen at some point but I've been assured by the tech gods that I've got plenty of time. So for now I'm continuing my focus on getting the novel finished. I started editing another chapter tonight (yeay!) All it took was a rainy evening, five candles, and the gastric glory of this linguine thing made with heirloom tomatoes, capers, anchovies and red chiles. Poof! Instant inspiration. I'm happy to making progress--baby steps maybe--but still progress. We are fondling our progress and calling it great.
Ahem, we are also fondling the ongoing ghost story at The Jesus Crack House because I had my first actual encounter yesterday. Strangely enough I wasn't alone in the house. AppleJack was in the kitchen cleaning out the pantry (we are fondling reduction and organization) and I was down the hall, cleaning the bathroom. I was standing up scrubbing the shower wall with my back to the doorway. I didn't hear or see anything but felt something touch me on the back of the head. It felt like a hand sort of cupped the lower right side of my head. It startled me the way it does when someone sneaks up behind me so I jumped a little. But I naturally assumed it was AppleJack so I turned to look and actually had a half-smile ready. Nothing (or no one) was there. AppleJack was still in the kitchen. The part of my head that I thought had been touched broke out in tingly goosebumps. It was localized on the right side of the base of the skull up toward my right ear. I turned back to finish the shower with an elevated pulse rate and it went away.
I had this sensation only once before, a long time ago, in my townhouse in Maryland. I was alone that time and I was standing at the top of the stairs outside the bathroom. I think I was hanging something on the wall near the landing. My back was turned to all the doorways. Again I felt as if I was being touched from behind, on the back of my head, shoulders, and upper back. It startled me so much that I was afraid I might fall down the stairs so the sensation was almost like that of being pushed though it wasn't forceful. That one actually frightened me because of my proximity to the stairs and the instant disorientation it caused so close to the edge. I felt a sense of danger but I couldn't be sure that it wasn't just a reaction to the possibility of falling. I never figured out an explanation for what it was that might have touched me but shortly after that something terrible happened to me there. Don't know if the two events were related or not.
Today's event wasn't scary like the one in Maryland but it did jog that memory lose. Today it didn't feel like a push and I didn't feel like I was in danger; it just felt like a touch. I didn't hear anything or see anything and it didn't happen again yesterday or today. So I don't know what else to say about it other than just to make a record of it in case it happens again. I'll let you know if it does.
(c) 2012, ACG
Ahem, we are also fondling the ongoing ghost story at The Jesus Crack House because I had my first actual encounter yesterday. Strangely enough I wasn't alone in the house. AppleJack was in the kitchen cleaning out the pantry (we are fondling reduction and organization) and I was down the hall, cleaning the bathroom. I was standing up scrubbing the shower wall with my back to the doorway. I didn't hear or see anything but felt something touch me on the back of the head. It felt like a hand sort of cupped the lower right side of my head. It startled me the way it does when someone sneaks up behind me so I jumped a little. But I naturally assumed it was AppleJack so I turned to look and actually had a half-smile ready. Nothing (or no one) was there. AppleJack was still in the kitchen. The part of my head that I thought had been touched broke out in tingly goosebumps. It was localized on the right side of the base of the skull up toward my right ear. I turned back to finish the shower with an elevated pulse rate and it went away.
I had this sensation only once before, a long time ago, in my townhouse in Maryland. I was alone that time and I was standing at the top of the stairs outside the bathroom. I think I was hanging something on the wall near the landing. My back was turned to all the doorways. Again I felt as if I was being touched from behind, on the back of my head, shoulders, and upper back. It startled me so much that I was afraid I might fall down the stairs so the sensation was almost like that of being pushed though it wasn't forceful. That one actually frightened me because of my proximity to the stairs and the instant disorientation it caused so close to the edge. I felt a sense of danger but I couldn't be sure that it wasn't just a reaction to the possibility of falling. I never figured out an explanation for what it was that might have touched me but shortly after that something terrible happened to me there. Don't know if the two events were related or not.
Today's event wasn't scary like the one in Maryland but it did jog that memory lose. Today it didn't feel like a push and I didn't feel like I was in danger; it just felt like a touch. I didn't hear anything or see anything and it didn't happen again yesterday or today. So I don't know what else to say about it other than just to make a record of it in case it happens again. I'll let you know if it does.
(c) 2012, ACG
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