Back in 1998-2000 I lived on a farm on the outskirts of Belleville. I don't remember seeing any ghosts or being attacked by Predators in my sleep or anything, but I grew an extraordinary fear of the dark. The only light was an a rotten bulb from the 19th century hung in a jam jar above the back door. We had no windows facing the fields to the rear of the property, so all there was to guide you home at duskset was a creepy yellow glow. Again, no ghosts or Snarks or Grumkins. Just dark. And stars. Despite never seeing a grey probing the marmots, I was very positive from an early age that there was something beyond the borders of gravity, an OH FUCK THE SUN'S SETTING GET INSIDE JILLIAN GET INSIDE
When I was a teenager, mostly 14-18. I saw some shit. Shadow People were frequent, just chillin on the edge of my vision. I've mentioned a grey blob that I used to see in the hallway between my kitchen and the foyer before, shaped like an 8 foot tall whale man or a dog. My friend Jordan saw the dog as well.
I'm not saying that my house was haunted or anything like that. These were pretty clearly audiovisual hallucinations derived from reading a lot of scary stories and talking with Jordan (who suffers from Schizophrenia) about Shadow People and the like at length. I'd like to think that anything supernatural occurs on an extremely wide and slow scale. Or at least that sounds cool.
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