Proof Positive

OK Ladies and Gentelmen, I believe we now have some actual proof that someone besides me is experiencing the whole ghost thing. Allow me to explain what happened.

Last night, as is typical, I had a bad dream. I was walking through a field that had bright golden wheat everywhere, and as I was walking, I was holding my hands out, letting the top of the wheat tickle my hands as the wind blew it. It was a very calmed, relaxing feeling as the sun beat down on my head. As I was sitting there, breathing in the sweet smells of the outside in the summer, the sky suddenly turned black. The wind picked up, and thunder and lighting was crashing around my head. As the wind picked up stronger and stronger, the wheat began to whip my skin, and bits and pieces of it were flying into my face. It started to sting all over my body as the wheat bit into my flesh, and that's when I woke up. But I woke up, not because I was afraid or anything, but because the pain I was feeling was actually happening to my real body.

I sat up in bed and there were hundereds, maybe even thousands of flies in my room, buzzing everywhere, and several of them were crowded around my skin, eating away at the scratches I'd gotten earlier. Their must have been some horse flies in their two, because I could feel several of them biting me. I got up and started shouting for Barry, but it only came out a muffled cry, because as soon as I opened my mouth, a bunch of the flies went into it. I got up, flies buzzing in my ears, my nose, my eyes, and stumbled out the door. Barry was standing there, looking half asleep, but when he saw me, he bolted over and slammed the door shut. He then, thinking much quicker than I would have, grabbed a towel out of the bathroom and started swatting the flies off of my body. It was such a gross feeling, having all those little legs crawling all over my skin. it still makes me shiver.

So, after we'd gotten rid of all the flies on me, I got up, and grabbed another towel, which we wet down, and we opend the door and just started swingin. It must have taken us three hours, but we finally managed to kill all of the little guys. It was horrible! Once we were done, we both stood there, thousands of tiny fly bodies scattered on the floor, and started going:

EEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!

So At least we took care of them, and Barry definitely saw all the flies, so there's no way it was just in my mind. My arms and legs, and the back of my head sting still though. YUCK!!! Oh Man, every time I think about it it's just too gross to even think about. I called my building management, and they said they'd call the exterminators to come take a look at the whole building. So Barry and I swept up the bodies, and threw them into a trash can. By the time we were done, it was practically time for me to get up for work, so we just stayed up and chatted about the ghost/demon/poltergeist/whatever it is.

The Ouiji Board has not reappeared. I was kind of hoping it would, because that would confirm in my mind what Aimee's been saying. And the book I threw away is still gone as well, but that hasn't changed anything either. Which is disappointing. Because I really was enjoying reading that book. Thanks for nothing guys. :) I kid.

Alright, I'm going to get back to work, since it's the only thing keeping me awake right now. I hope you're all well, and (shudder) feeling cleaner than I am right now. I can't get it out of my mind. It was so disgusting. Oh man. I may never sleep again. The feeling of all those little feet. Blech!

Until later.

(shudder)