I'm the clumsiest moron of them all...

So I had another run in with the ghost, and I ended up hurting myself in the process. It scared me really bad at first, but then I just ended up feeling stupid. Which is certainly nothing new to me.

So I was sitting in bed, reading (I've been having trouble sleeping lately). I was reading "The Story of the Eye" By Geroges Bataille, which is probably the most disturbing book I've ever read, even more so than Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs, and it actually predates it by quite a long time. Man that's a screwed up novel. Anyway, I was lying in bed, reading, when I heard the something in the kitchen. It sounded like someone had closet one of the cupboards. I sat up and starte dlistening, unsure if maybe I was hearing things. And sure enough, I heard it again, the distinct sound of one of my cupboards opening, and another one closing. Since now I'm kind of getting used to this, I tried ignoring it. But it seemed like the more I ignored it, the more upset the ghost got, and the louder the banging was. Erik had stopped sleeping on my couch a few nights back, since again, nothing was happening but my stupid nightmares, so I was alone in the house (of course! What bad luck I have!)

So I got out of bed, threw on some random clothes that were in my room, and crept towards the door. As soon as I startedmoving though, the cupboards stopped as well. I opened the door and peared out into the hallway. Suddenyl, and completely silently, a hooded figure wearing white walked past my door in the hallway. It freaked me out so badly, and I stumbled backwards in terror. I tripped over my computer chair trying to get away form the door (it's funny how your survival instinct kind of take over, and you don't realize what you're doing), and I banged the back of my head on the computer desk corner as I fell backwards. I laid on the floor for a second, a bit dazed, when the door to my bedroom slammed shut. I don't mean the wind blew it closed, I don't mean it closed because of gravity, I mean it closed like some angry teenager had just fought with his parents and stormed off to his room and slammed the door. I slowly pulled myself to a sitting position on the floor, and felt the back of my head. There was a huge lump developing where I had hit it, and there was a little bit of blood in my hair. Also, apparently, as I was falling , I had tried to catch myself, and ripped up the cuts on my hand frm yesterday even more, because they were bleeding again,a dn my hand and head both were throbbing. But the funny thing is, as I was just sitting there, my heart pounding from the adrenaline and my body screaming at me for being so clumsy, I didn't really feel afraid, I just felt stupid. I mean, here I am, discovering and seeing things that maybe no one has ever done before, and what do I do to impress this ghost, or even demon, that's decided to visit me? I nearly knock myself out falling over my own furniture.

Maybe the ghost will leave me alone, once he realizes how completely pathetic of a person he's decided to pick on.

But now I've seen the ghost. It's definitely a ghost, and I just wish I knew what it wanted. It was rumaging around my kitchen, maybe it wanted some Captain Crunch? Sorry if I'm being flippant about the whole thing. I think it might be a coping mechanism. I mean, how am I supposed to wrap my head around something like this? It's insane!!!