I moved into my grandmothers place when I was 4 years old . . . Ever since we first arrived, something felt extremely creepy, especially in the garage area . . . Everytime I walked up the spiraling staircase that leads to the dining room, I felt a strong presence physically tingling and grasping my back and shoulders . . . I sometimes feel it to this day (I am now 28) . . . Rewind to a trip to my Uncles house on the Big Island of Hawai’i - my sister and I are playing hide and seek and I am in the living room . . . She takes too long so I go looking for her . . . She meets me in the hallway and she asks how I got there . . . I said: "What do you mean??" She says: "I just found you under the bed . . . but you had no eyes, nose, or mouth . . . " I figured maybe she was seeing things . . . Fast forward to about 5 years ago: A few buddies and I are partying and one of them busts out a jug of mushroom tea . . . I chug about a cup and a half of it and get pretty fucking high . . . I go home and am sitting atop of the spiraling staircase, high as fuck when things get really intense; my vision has changed to a vision much like the numbers in the matrix, except instead of numbers, they are tiny light dots and instead of black and green, they are electric blue and violet . . . The walls, the hand rails, the stairs; everything was crawling with this new interpretation of the state of matter . . . One thing different, however, is that I could see through the walls . . . I look down towards the threshold of the staircase and see what I have been feeling all these years: a small boy, with a silhouette identical to that of mine when I was his size - even the shape of his hair was like mine . . . He was just standing there . . . I shared this experience with a mentor and she informed me that it was my playful spirit . . . I think she might be right, because the energy I felt when facing him (or possibly it) was not creepy or scary; it was patient, and sad . . . Like a dog watching the rain, waiting for it to stop because he can’t go outside unless it is dry . . . He just stood there and I watched him for what I think was quite some time . . . I am not sure if he is still there, but I do feel a presence there sometimes, but I feel many presences in this house . . . Two people died in the room that is supposedly mine (I call it a t.v. room) an I have seen quite a few demonic entities in it, but that is for another story, I suppose . . .
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