Today was... interesting.
Jayce decided that I was bored and lonely, so he decided to barge his way into the attic so he could wake me up and let me know that he did, in fact, assume that I was bored and lonely. Typically, I wouldn't have minded, but for some reason, the family decided to head to the big super store and stock up on 50% off Easter candy earlier this afternoon. Someone must not have been paying attention on the way home and the aforementioned Jayce managed to get into some of the aforementioned 50% off Easter candy. From head to toe he seemed to be coated in chocolate and I swear he had no irises.
No, each eye consisted of nothing but a large, single pupil. It was like staring into a scary, sugar induced darkness to which I could only stare in horror as I resisted the pull of gravity to be pulled within most violently. He wasn't shaky, oh heavens no, he was blurry and for the life (death) of me, I couldn't mentally stream the rapidly spoken sentences together to form any sort of coherent conversation on his part. All I could do was sit on the edge of my bed, drawing my long legs up much like a frightened spider and nod on occasion, pulling into my own body for protection.
Then, he pointed at something, muttered and bounded off, much to my relief, out of the door he had barged in. I would lock said door, but he'll just stand there and beat on it and scream until I relent and let him in to wander about.
Well, I couldn't sleep, so I got up and roamed the house and discovered all that delicious loot they had left upon the table. They had four pound bags of assorted candies! I couldn't help looting one of them and stashing it upstairs in the old chest. If Gregg sees it, he shouldn't give me too much grief, and the kids can't reach it because I pulled it in on my side.
Anyway, I haven't updated in a long time, so I figured a three a.m. ramble of my day would suffice.
I'm still sore about the family taking off for a whole month to leave for the summer time.
Such a horrible, horrible thing to have stumbled upon. I feel, literally, in this spectral body, sick to my stomach. I should have walked physically down the stairs rather than floated so the family could hear me coming. Maybe they would have stopped discussing the topic they were so enthralled in. Maybe... just maybe, I wouldn't have this creeping sense of doom about me, but, it's been aired and I know.
They're planning to go away for a month this summer. On vacation. Away from the safety and comforts of home!
I can't even begin to imagine why in the world they would do this to me... I mean, leave the house. For that long! Robbers, and murderers and car-jackers and meteors and global pandemic is just waiting for them out there! It's safe in this home! I keep them safe here!
I guess they saw the look of panic on my face, and they definitely noticed when I turned tail and came running up to my room. The overwhelming feeling of nausea for the first time in two hundred years really hit home. I honestly had no idea we could still feel that. And it's not like I want them to think that I care, I mean, surely they know that I do, but they just don't understand how dangerous the outside world is. I hardly have the patience to watch Nix leave for work every morning! At least I feel better when I know he's home safe. And the same goes for the girls! I walk them down the driveway every morning and watch them leave on that bus. Jade should be driving soon, which to tell the truth, will only make things even worse. It's hard to keep two young girls cooped up in the house, but with my stubborn resolve, I think I can pull that off.
I just can't believe they're planning to leave for an entire month. Car wrecks, drug dealers, wayward drop bears... Oh the horrible, terrible things that happen when I'm not there to protect them from every little thing that can crop up and snatch them out of my protection...
I think I'm going to be sick.
I woke up this afternoon, way too early for me to be up, to the sound of fighting. I don't know why they were fighting, I don't know when they started it, but it pulled me out of much needed sleep. I was in that state, you know, between awake and aware, and realized that I was floating down the main staircase before my ethereal brain could catch up with me. And, when I got down into the parlor, there they were. The bane of my existence some days. The weight on my shoulders on others. Two people on this earth I allow into the arms length of friendship.
Nix and Ade were in the living room, trying to kill each other.
I couldn't figure it, there there were, locked into combat like two bull elephants (and making about as much noise about it, too), and no one really seemed to be too bothered by this. The girls were upstairs, Kelly was in the kitchen having started supper and Jayce was playing in the floor while those two overgrown children were arguing bitterly.
Mostly I got the conversation from Nix's side. Something childish and petty. Ade, well... I never know what Ade says most of the time, not with that heavy Cajun dialect he's got going. He chews English more than he speaks it, then flirts with French the rest of the time, if you want to know my opinion on the matter. And of course you do, right?
For the record, Ade is built like a bull elephant. He's my height, six five, and is slabbed with muscles. Nix once said he bench pressed Buicks on his down time. I wouldn't doubt that. Nix is smaller, he's tall, about four inches shorter than me, but he's slender and wiry. It was no contest for him, though, and all I could do was stand and watch as Ade lifted him up and flipped him back down onto the floor hard enough to rattle my favorite watching-the-world-go-by window. I guess that startled Kelly, because she yelled out for them to cut the crap. Nix got his wind back pretty fast and sucker punched Ade in the nose and before I could utter one word, as I had opened my mouth to voice my opinion, they went full-tilt brawl.
Well, that frightened Jayce, so he scrambled up and ran to the safety of his aunt, who in turn came to the door and started shouting at them. Wise woman as she was, she never stepped close to them. They were rolling in the floor by now, had bodily knocked the love seat out of the way and for one moment, I had hopes that they would crash into that hideous chair of Ade's and completely destroy it, but, no such luck. They brushed by it and continued to roll and punch and flail and maul. The girls came down the stairs to watch the overgrown children try to kill themselves and me? I was tired, it was way too early for me to be up and by the time I'd finally get back to bed, I'd probably toss and turn in frustration until night fell, so, I did the only thing I knew how to do on such short notice.
I threw a tantrum.
I guess they forget that I'm a ghost sometimes. I'm so... real to them that perhaps they just don't think of me as being dead. I floated into the living room, put my energy around everything in it but the living bodies and lifted my arms. Every bit of furniture lifted up when I did that, but when there was no response, I lifted it higher, and then set it down with a mighty thump. To add to that, I concentrated on the house, and managed to make the floor thump again, as if putting a period onto the end of that sentence. The boys stopped fighting, looked around and then finally spotted me, floating with just my upper body visible to them to remind them that they weren't the only ones inhabiting this house and that the resident ghost slept during the day.
Ade muttered some sort of apology through that lopsided grin of his, but all I got out of Nix was a frustrated growl as he finally untangled from his brother and rose. He mentioned that I had bedhead, and Kelly agreed that I did, in fact, have toddler hair. What did they expect? It's down past my waist and when I sleep, I sleep hard.
After eyeing the group, I finally turned and went upstairs. I can't wait until tonight when I can sneak over to Nix's house and put a little Icy Hot into his shower gel.
Ah, the tantalizing aroma of dried spaghetti noodles burning on a red hot stove eye. Jade must be cooking tonight.
I know that this isn't something that should drive me crazy, but it is. I've heard the phrase for decades, but it always draws the weirdest mental images.
We don't get salt from tables! Salt is salt. Yes, it can come in many interesting colors. (Pink for instance) But is there a special mine out there that has a big sign on it that says "FOR TABLE USE ONLY! YOU CANNOT SEASON YOUR FOOD UNLESS THIS SALT IS IN A FANCY SHAKER SITTING ON THE TABLE!"
Epsom's salt aside, of course.