December 1st, 2018
It’s been REALLY quiet around here for months! I think I’ve found a few things that help “quiet” things down! White candles and sage, prayers, and a few crosses. It sounds so unnecessary to Jordan. He thinks I have lost my mind. He refuses to acknowledge any difference. He can be so stubborn sometimes!
I had to stop writing things down! Everything was starting to become suspect, and that’s no way for anyone to live. Until today, I had promised myself, and Jordan, I’d just keep the cleansing, but nothing more. We don’t talk about it, we don’t take record of it. That’s something I tried to live with.
Until last night.
I was lying in bed just after dark, my mind was somewhere else. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular. Just everyday stuff. Laundry, dishes, work, traffic, the dogs, vacuuming, grocery lists.
Like I said, nothing in particular.
Something I hadn’t noticed before, something I knew was there, but never really used or had seen be used, was a motion sensor on the porch. It’s fixed to a window in our bedroom. It usually emits a pretty dim, hardly noticeable glow at night. Its solar, so it only charges when the sun is out, which isn’t very often this time of year. Even after a bright, cloudless day, it seems to only glow slightly.
Around about 3 am, the light flashes on, indicating motion on our porch. In the very same moment, I hear what sounds like a group of people chattering away in loud whispers. VERY loud whispers. It didn’t take long for my mind to put the two together, and a horrifying scene formed in my mind.
Jordan was half asleep next to me. He’d finally decided to sleep in our room again.
This put me in a VERY weird spot. Do I wake him up, and freak him out? Do I keep silent, and still, and try my hardest to ignore it.
The light goes off. Everything goes silent. I try to do just that. Lie in the bed, quietly, eyes shut as tight as I can. I can’t relax my body. Everything is stiff. I am shaking. Shaking violently, but I can’t let him know. I have to make him feel safe. I need him next to me.
I’m trying, trying desperately to stay still and calm myself when it flickers on again. This time the voices come in even louder than before. As if they are closing in on our backdoor. Suddenly it hits me. In reality, this is terrifying. In reality, someone could be attempting to break into our home! They could hurt us! They could hurt my family!
The light goes off, and the voices stop.
Now I am more confused than ever. I have to wake him up. I’ll just tell him I heard someone’s voice. I’ll just tell him the motion sensor light went off. I’ll pretend I was asleep and that’s how loud the voices were! He’ll have to believe me!
Against my better judgement, but for the safety of my family, I shake Jordan awake. He’s groggy and groans but believes me! He finally believes me!
Until he gets up to check, and the light is off, there are no voices, and there is no one, not even a stray cat, on our porch!
At this point, I think it’s just messing with me, as he climbs back into bed. He wraps his arms around me, and tells me I’m being silly. I try not to let it show, but I am frustrated as all heck. I know what I saw. I know what I heard! I haven’t been perpetuating the crazy! I haven’t been feeding into it! It’s just waiting for me outside. They are just waiting for me. They don’t care if I notice them anymore!
Begrudgingly, I try to fall back to sleep.
Until the light starts up again. This time, there is hardly a pause between interactions. It’s off only mere seconds before it switches back on again! I don’t want to wake him up, but I have to! I need to wake him up while it’s still on! I reach over to shake him gently this time, but he’s already awake.
I notice his eyes before anything else. They are wide with shock. Then his mouth, jaw hanging open. He shakes his head as if to dismiss it, and closes his eyes tight while he does. When he opens them again, he tilts his head to the side, but says nothing.
He heard the voices. He had to of heard them!
He gets up without a word and moves slowly towards the window, one hand outstretched, pulls open the blinds and if things weren’t so serious, I would have laughed at his reaction. He all but ran backward away from the window, stumbling over nearly everything between there and our bed. He crawled under the blankets, and pulled them over his head.
I asked him what he saw about 10 times before he answered.
It was just a moth.
Just a moth.
I don’t believe him. Now I KNOW he’s seen something. Why won’t he just tell me what he’s seen! What is he seeing?!
There is no way I am going to sleep now.
****** Thank you for reading part 2******
Just to mix things up a bit, I reverted to a mix of my usual story telling, but still in a fast forwarded diary entry. There will be at least 1 more part to this. If you want me to extend the series, I may do that! I am enjoying this series, so please, let me know what you think, so I know whether you are! Thanks again!