I wish there was something new and exciting in my life to talk about, but much is still the same. I've been experimenting with crafts. I made my mother something for Mother's Day. I fixed one of my shirts today with a crochet border around the the neckline. Maybe I'll take some pictures of my artistic pursuits. I've been learning how to make things from tutorials on youtube. It helps me improve skills I already have :) Knitting is a practical skill, even if it makes me seem like an old lady.
Speaking of old ladies, I'm going to go see my Grandmother soon. I've downloaded a couple of movies to watch with her. One is called "Casanova Brown" (1944). I like black and white movies sometimes. One of my all-time favorites is: "Happy Go Lovely". I really like the dancing parts. The story is pretty cute, too.
I was going to write about a movie I watched a while ago. It made me cry in some places. It had some really funny parts in it, too. It's called: "Our Idiot Brother". It wasn't what I was expecting, but it was pretty good. Also, made me glad that I don't have any sisters. Ha ha!
Anyway, I've been trying to find information about a case in the 50's in Ottawa. I'm not sure what it was about, that's why I'm trying to find it. All I know was that there were 4 youths charged with something. I'm not even sure where I first saw any information about it or why I'm thinking about it at all.
I've had weird feelings in my apartment and I know that these feelings are associated with a presence I feel around me sometimes. I feel like I'm being watched sometimes. I feel like that other times too. When Rob used to live in the basement of the last place he lived at, I kept getting that feeling of being watched, but I also got a name attached to it. Either Max as a first name or Maxwell as a last name. Rob just laughs at me when I talk about ghosts. He doesn't believe in it.
I have a sense that someone died in my apartment. Probably. I mean, this was built in the 70s at the very latest. A lot of people have died in this building over the years. It just bothers me a bit because I feel like whoever died here is watching me.
I haven't told many people this because they think it's too crazy. My son kept telling me that he wanted me to stay in the bathroom while he had a shower because he was afraid of the 'man who sits on the toilet and watches' him. He also said that spirits come out of his bedroom closet at night and he's too afraid to sleep in his bedroom. He's afraid of going into the bathroom at night.
I never told anyone, but when I was a kid, I always had to sleep with the closet door closed. One time, I was laying in bed and that closet door was wide open. I swore I saw two red eyes glowing from the top shelf. It scared me so much that it always had to be closed, always. Closets and basements freak me out a bit. Especially the older the basement.
I do believe that spirits try to communicate with us. Sometimes in dreams, but you don't always have to be sleeping to communicate with them. I have been looking up spiritualism stuff because I feel like there is some sort of spirit that communicates with me when I 'get' names in my head that are connected to places or connected to other people. I also get dates, or sometimes just numbers. What I want to do is figure out how I 'get' this information so I can 'get' more of it and better information that make better connections. I want to make sense out of it because it has to be more than just coincidence. Especially when I'm right about things sometimes. Names and birthdays are just a beginning. I want to help find missing people or at least clues in investigations that might never be solved.
Imagine if I could get information from spirits that lead the police to their killers? I only want to be able to do it so that people who may never rest in peace may find peace one day... Also if there are killers out there who haven't been caught, it'd be great to get them off the streets. My belief in justice is so strong that I believe that people deserve it. Especially those who can't help themselves or anyone else anymore.
Speaking of old ladies, I'm going to go see my Grandmother soon. I've downloaded a couple of movies to watch with her. One is called "Casanova Brown" (1944). I like black and white movies sometimes. One of my all-time favorites is: "Happy Go Lovely". I really like the dancing parts. The story is pretty cute, too.
I was going to write about a movie I watched a while ago. It made me cry in some places. It had some really funny parts in it, too. It's called: "Our Idiot Brother". It wasn't what I was expecting, but it was pretty good. Also, made me glad that I don't have any sisters. Ha ha!
Anyway, I've been trying to find information about a case in the 50's in Ottawa. I'm not sure what it was about, that's why I'm trying to find it. All I know was that there were 4 youths charged with something. I'm not even sure where I first saw any information about it or why I'm thinking about it at all.
I've had weird feelings in my apartment and I know that these feelings are associated with a presence I feel around me sometimes. I feel like I'm being watched sometimes. I feel like that other times too. When Rob used to live in the basement of the last place he lived at, I kept getting that feeling of being watched, but I also got a name attached to it. Either Max as a first name or Maxwell as a last name. Rob just laughs at me when I talk about ghosts. He doesn't believe in it.
I have a sense that someone died in my apartment. Probably. I mean, this was built in the 70s at the very latest. A lot of people have died in this building over the years. It just bothers me a bit because I feel like whoever died here is watching me.
I haven't told many people this because they think it's too crazy. My son kept telling me that he wanted me to stay in the bathroom while he had a shower because he was afraid of the 'man who sits on the toilet and watches' him. He also said that spirits come out of his bedroom closet at night and he's too afraid to sleep in his bedroom. He's afraid of going into the bathroom at night.
I never told anyone, but when I was a kid, I always had to sleep with the closet door closed. One time, I was laying in bed and that closet door was wide open. I swore I saw two red eyes glowing from the top shelf. It scared me so much that it always had to be closed, always. Closets and basements freak me out a bit. Especially the older the basement.
I do believe that spirits try to communicate with us. Sometimes in dreams, but you don't always have to be sleeping to communicate with them. I have been looking up spiritualism stuff because I feel like there is some sort of spirit that communicates with me when I 'get' names in my head that are connected to places or connected to other people. I also get dates, or sometimes just numbers. What I want to do is figure out how I 'get' this information so I can 'get' more of it and better information that make better connections. I want to make sense out of it because it has to be more than just coincidence. Especially when I'm right about things sometimes. Names and birthdays are just a beginning. I want to help find missing people or at least clues in investigations that might never be solved.
Imagine if I could get information from spirits that lead the police to their killers? I only want to be able to do it so that people who may never rest in peace may find peace one day... Also if there are killers out there who haven't been caught, it'd be great to get them off the streets. My belief in justice is so strong that I believe that people deserve it. Especially those who can't help themselves or anyone else anymore.
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