For a post, this is totally going to become my Paranormal Activity blog. So we moved back into the house that I grew up in, and, like I've said before, creepy stuff used to happen here. Well, for the last two weeks, I keep finding the porch light randomly on during the day, and today, at least, I know I didn't turn it on. Still, it can be easily enough explained away, so I'm sitting upstairs in the master bedroom working on a little sewing project, and I'm still turning it all over in my head. I've finally come to the conclusion that I'm getting carried away and implying a presence when there is none, and, all of a sudden, a picture frame on my dresser falls over. There is no reason it should have, because none of the pets were near it, and there's no breeze in this room, and the picture frame is pretty sturdy.
So I go over to set it back up, and I see handprints in what dust has accumulated since last I cleaned. Even though I know my hands aren't that small, I draw a line with my finger and see that it is considerably thicker than the prints in the dust that look about child-sized. So then the creepiest feeling runs through me, because all the rumors are that a little boy died in a fire that burned half this house at one point (you can still see scorch marks in the basement).
Aside from being creeped out, I am strangely also excited, because I'm one of those people that watch every paranormal show that plays on the Bio channel. So I pull out my phone to text my friend and tell her what happened, and right when I hit the send button, I lose service. I can't remember the last time I lost service on my phone in town. I'm just like, okay, so I guess I'm sorry for questioning your existence! Still, part of me is just laughing this off as a strange string of coincidences, but I guess that helps keep you from running out of your house, screaming.
There's also this really, really nerdy part of me that feels like Zak Bagans from Ghost Hunters, and I'm all like, yeah, I knew it! Come on and talk to me! Even though I am sure I would pee my pants if anything ever talked to me. Still, I want a group of people, a camera, and a recorder, and I want to Ghost Hunters it up. And then never sleep again, because I am a chicken at heart.
So, anyway, to return to the topic of this blog, I got an interesting alert last night. One of the journals that rejected my work ended up requesting to follow me on Twitter. I am now thinking I'm being sent mixed signals. They did compliment me in my rejection letter, but I can't figure out why they'd go through the trouble of finding me on Twitter if there wasn't some hope for my work in their journal in the future. Like, am I supposed to see this as a sign to submit again? Or am I just being egotistical? I can't decide, but I do know there is at least a handful of contests just listed that I am going to submit to when I get home from work.
I guess this wraps up today's blog post.
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