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My Haunted House

Today, I am thankful that I live in a haunted house. 


I have EVP recording software. 

Today, I have a recording from a spirit named Joe who was born in 1939. 

Mike's uncle died in 2002.  His name was Joseph Jerome.  He was born in 1939. 

He knew Mike and his mother were abusing me.  His last words to me were "I love you."

Everyone called him Jerry.  Jerry was a blind child.  His parents abused him horribly but I adored this man.  Do you know why?  He was one hell of a mechanic.  He made money on the side and didn't let his disability get him down. 

He adopted two boys with special needs.  They were not defined by their disabilities. 

When they told me that I had fibromyalgia, Jerry told me that it didn't define me. 

I stumbled on his grave site a few years ago.  A crazy thing happened that day.  I heard his voice tell me that he was with his sister at the hospital.  I knew his sister since I was fourteen years old.  She was a surrogate mother to me. 

Yep, I received a frantic call within moments from a relative needing a ride to the hospital.  She didn't know which one.  I knew.  Everyone was freaked out when I dropped the woman's daughter off at the right ER.  How did I know? 

I think it was Jerry. 

If he's here, that would be ultra cool. 

Here is the crazy thing. 

Whenever, I miss my friend and don't think that I'll ever be with him...

the software will pick up the same word. 

Believe. 

Okay, I'll believe everything will work out. 

I'm stuck in a blizzard.  I probably won't be able to visit with my lawyer tomorrow.

I feel horrible. 

I wish I hadn't gone back. 

I wish I hadn't let the stalking scare me. 

I wish I had not listened to stupid politicians. 

I didn't know....

I didn't believe....

I'll try now. 

Men shouldn't have to wait.  If something doesn't break soon, I'm going to have a tough time believing.  If the timing isn't right.  Maybe I'm not the one. 

I'll fight for it.  I just don't like to bring other people into my battles. 

If I am treading water in a lake, do not jump in to save me.  I'd never forgive myself if anyone else drowned, especially someone I loved.  You can throw me a rope but don't you dare put yourself at risk.  Do not let yourself fall into the water.  I'll find the best way out. 

I'm obnoxious enough to fix this.  I just need to find the most appropriate way to do so. 

Hmmmm.....

The recording also says something about Mexican food and something I don't know.  I keep hearing something that sounds like

T-lacks-casa. 

I feel horrible.   

I wish I hadn't gone back.  I had no idea my friend felt the same way. 

It's getting stronger every day and I don't know what to do.   

Now, he's saying 1824. 

What it the world is that? 

I don't know. 

I guess the blizzard will buy me more time to clear my head.  I think my stalker is watching me on Facebook and I'm terrified to post anything. 

My friends are calling me because they are worried. 

I guess I should post something soon. 

We'll see. 

Love ya,

S. 





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