The first
Poltergeist was Mickey Mouse taking a hike.
The original placement of Mickey Mouse
sealed behind glass in a display frame.
Then on the day I sold my only NFT, Mickey Mouse took a hike.
5 A
I did not
recognize the Mickey Mouse hike as a poltergeist until:
On 29 May
2022, I experienced a crazy poltergeist.
At 3:03 AM, I awoke to the need to pee.
For prostate health reasons, I check my wake times to pee out of habit.
Since due to a leaky seal my Jack and Jill
toilet water has been shut off for months,
I walked across the house to use the powder room toilet.
After finishing my business, I returned to my
room to find my door shut.
Thinking to myself, "I did not shut that
door.", I reached out to open the door.
The door was locked, and a rush of emotions
rushed over my being.
I did not lock my bedroom door and close it.
I retrieved a skeleton key to open the door,
and I crawled back in bed thinking WTF.
Upon waking, I dressed myself,
I walked over to open my door to the Jack and Jill, and the door was
locked.
Because I only lock that door when I am
taking a shower,
a heavy load of WTF rushed upon me.
I retrieved a skeleton key to open the door.
The door to Berta's room was unlocked and
open about 3 inches.
The WTF immediately turned into WHOLLY
FUCKING SHIT.
I locked Berta's Jack and Jill bathroom door
soon after her crossing.
Even when the appraiser evaluated the house
we did not unlock the door to Berta's room.
In the months after John's crossing, I
consistently felt the presence of John, Berta, and my mom.
When I would hear sounds around the house
that reminded me of the sounds
I used to hear when John, Berta, and my mom were still living.
This constant feeling of presence inspired me
to start packing up the house,
so my brothers can get the items that they wanted, and we could sell the
house.
Over the past three years,
I have acknowledged John, Berta, and my mom when I heard sounds that
reminded me of them.
However; this morning my comfort level living
in the house has been raised to a new level.
Sounds around the house that remind me of
John, Berta, and my mom is one thing.
A door moving to lock, a door locking, and a
door unlocking and moving is deeply unnerving.
I have never been known to sleep walk.
I have as long as I can remember had vivid
dreams, and last night Berta and my mom were in my dreams.
Berta was at the house in Marathon Fla where
she was telling me not to go.
I took this as my desire back then was not to leave Marathon to go back
to Atlanta.
My mom was at the
Hurt Drive house in Smyrna installing a lawn sprinkler upon losing a
bet.
This poltergeist
event has me on edge and ready to get the fuck out of Oakwood.
About the same
time as the above described event,
I noticed a canvas print that was placed in October 2007 was moved.
The canvas print's braided hanging wire is resting on a nail.
Saturday August
6th 2022, my father's birthday.
The kitchen
pantry door was open about 3 inches.
I walked over to shut the door.
As I reached out to push the door closed,
my hand was a couple inches from the door, then the door started to
open.
I knee jerk reacted like the karate kid
quickly kicking the door shut while at the same time punching the door
closed.
I reflex punched the door closed so hard that I scuffed my fingernail.
Then a UFO was captured with a Nikon D500 larger
file->, UFO 1080p
Below are a few
of the videos captured by a Ring camera
Orb 1 Jun 15 2022
Orb 2
Ectoplasm Jun 22 2022 11:47:36 pm
Orb 3 Sept 16 2022 11:08:04 pm
Orb 4 Oct 24 2022 12:49:49 am
