Biohazard Commodities !st Year

2001

Can you think back that far from every thing that has happened?

The adolescence in this world have no idea, no clue, and no understanding of what our country was.
What it might be again someday, if we all have the guts to really truly pull together and make a change.
Again.

I wore a purple shirt. With a jean skirt, and brown clogs.
It was my last day at my first school, in my first year of high school.
Since I had been beaten up already and it was the second week of school;
my biggest concerns were what classes I really wanted to take so I could figure out what to do for work, so I could get into a good school and make a life for myself.

I was 14.
Leaving my science class, I went to Algebra 2.
On my way I passed the library on the left, as I stopped I recognized the personal pain in my left shoulder from the heavy books in my backpack.
It was unnecessary, aggravating, and on top of everything else going on it was just one more added pin prick to my frustration.

But I looked at the library glass walls.
And something was not right.
There was a video, of a plane lit.er.al.ly. crashing ...nosediving into a building. The WTC

"Shit..."

I saw a plane crash, fire, and smoke, then a building went down.

The very and only thought that went through my head for the remainder of the school day was

"Another Vietnam"

I don't remember how I got home,...all I remember was crossing the street before my house
remembering that my mother worked in a prison and wondering how drastically things were going to change. Was she hurt? Was she ok? Was there a riot at her job?
What else was going to happen to our country other than war?

I didn't pay attention closely to politics, although I payed attention enough. I read enough.
I understood history enough.

My father was one of 8 children with a single mother. He was the only son that was stable enough to really be able to do something. He went to Vietnam and enlisted before the draft, and lucky for me, to even be here, he worked with computers.

But I saw the after effects of what the military can do to a man.
My father died when I was young.
I found him, a few days before Christmas.
That war was not the only unlucky part of his life.
It made him significant, to me, to see what he could accomplish. To see that even in bad times he could do well. My aunts have told me great things, and answered many questions that I've held about the man who gave me half my genetic code.

He came back to be a mechanic. A thankless, mind indulging, back breaking, mans man job.
My father.

Because of him I learned a lesson very early in life.
To remember all those who would else be forgotten.

How many men, fireman, police officers, civil servants and military men and women have we lost in this, and how much innocence?
And how many blue collar people are going to continue to pay for it?
How many dreams are going to be crushed?

The biggest question is, will we let it.

Please remember one thing.
Remember, that these soldiers, seaman, airman, marines, wives and children of those overseas.
They are not leading the way, they are paving the road.
They are doing their job, and this day is in memorium of us as a whole embodied country.
She, America.

In her childhood speaking in time theory, was robbed of a certain innocence, and is learning a very heavy defenition about speaking up for herself.
She is learning what to hold back within her management of power, finances, and motherhood in which I refer to health care.

The people who stand up for her will continue to do so.

Look around to your Firemen and EMT's. The men and women who walk into burning buildings everyday risking cancer, asbestos, and being crushed under a flaming roof so others can appeal to safety. The ones who will come to you and work to allow you a chance at life when it's needed most. They don't do it for the pay. And some of them volunteer.

Remember the pride we have to say the word American.
Say it to yourself out loud.
"I am an American"

If you were born here, if you pay taxes, if you hold legal citizenship.

Understand that this world was created for us to think freely.
It is indeed our land. And our life is what we make of it.

Someone tried to hurt us, they wanted to put fear in our minds and terrorize us.
Our country is learning to deal with her mistakes, and understanding exactly how to defend herself with responsibility.
She's come into an age of acceptance, where she might learn to take responsibility for her mistakes.
Either way, She's going to have to.
But with all civilian support;
she will do it well.
She can live a long life of prosperity, in many ways.

The right of passage to this country standing tall on her own two feet will be solidified in history depending on how we handle our future.
It is our turn as a people to hold value to what really matters.
Truth.
Instead of doing "the right thing" why don't we look to do what's best for everyone involved?
Loyalty
Who matters? What matters?
Love
Remember that in other countries there are arranged marriages. Be thankful and kind to the ones you love, the ones who love you. The ones who reach out. Don't be afraid to do so.
Whatever you feel exactly you should be doing for a career in this life...do it.
Rock what you are best at.
If people were to follow their dreams and fight for liberty. For what they really want in life, don't you think maybe less hardships would take toll in severity? Less families would be hurt? If we focused on our dreams. Instead of things. If teachers were given the right to do exactly that...
Let us understand that our nations front lines "survive" each day so we may actually do so.
If they should die. If they should in fact bear the consequences of signing the line.
Don't let them do it in vain.

So take the time to remember those who have long been forgotten, and those who without all else may actually have been.
Let's try a little harder each day by changing ourselves for the better, and realize how good we have it.
Don't take this life for granted. It's a miracle.

So Americans, I say to you:
Continue to work hard. Keep your head held high. You've made it this far.
The number's 11.
Now make a wish.

Baby steps and big girl pants.

In this venture, I'm realizing this tidbit that is really exciting to me.

For years I searched for things in darkness.
Every time a major event happened to me it was negative.

But I asked for it. Literally.

Over the past two months, I've had a lot of time to re-coop and breathe.

Now that I feel like I'm standing on my own two feet in broad daylight, and I can see where I'm going.....

I scratch my head in wonder....because....Now that I'm HAPPY....
I have NO CLUE what to do with it.

I mean, yeah I have the same dreams as always, but this time, I'm not afraid to live them.

I'm also getting to know myself, when it comes to response....
That's where things effected me the most.
The biggest difference between my family and I that was clear to me was reactions.

Everything was always overwhelming.
It didn't need to be.
It never needs to be.

Ever.

Life is overwhelming enough to begin with right?

It's a known fact that we cannot love others until we love ourselves.
But for us to love ourselves, doesn't that mean we have to accept our own demons completely and conquer them?
To find peace within.

Is that all it really takes for us to be able to see unbiased, clear, logic, without judgement, and to keep moving.

When people live out their dreams, they fit better in society.
Financially, socially, statistically speaking....people just tend to have less problems.

I think it's the work; people don't want to do it.
And that's ok, but if they understood the benefit, not just for themselves, but for everyone else. For all of us together. What a wonderful world this could be!

My point is. ...brace yourself....

Now that I've found love what am I gonna do...........with it?

Hardy har har.
But really. I'm gonna take it to the max.

Remember I said I'm at "the doorway"
Metaphorically speaking of course.

Well I had to take a look around me.
My job will be ending soon, as I completed the tasks i was hired for, and I no longer want to work in health care.

Oh the lists.

Now knowing that I have no more emotional, depression, or anxiety monkeys on my back.
I can do anything!
Be it the dreams that were crushed DURING the past five years.
I've spent majority of my youth taking care of others.
Now it's time to REALLY take care of me.

Samuel Beckett once said,

"Try once, fail. Try again, fail;
fail better."

If I hold no fear, no bounds can stop me except for what is simply not meant to happen.
And that, to me, is ok :)

Because whatever I do, I give it my all, and my best.
Which has gotten me here to begin with...

I want to write. I'm good with words, but I need to find a story.
I want to find a story.
One that impacts people, that makes them laugh, cry, think, debate.
Something that causes people to be inspired enough to make solid changes in their life.
I want to find a story, and I want to bring it to light.

I want to write screenplays.

I want to be a bartender.
It's not the highest goal on the spectrum list.
But, it makes me happy.
I like serving beer, and over hearing substantial conversations of inebriated thought.
It's fun.
:)

I want to teach, English, at a college.
And while I do, I want to travel with a program for international language studies for museums.


Halfway done with getting started, at least I know what I want to do.

If I summed it all up, I could suffice to say,
Someday.....you wait and see,
I'm gonna be the female version of Indiana Jones....

The doorway.

Last week I had a number of things go wrong.
Within them, there feels a certain re-freshness.
The saying "when every door closes, another one opens" is no strange phrase to many;
however, not a lot of people will pay close attention to the process.

Maybe it's because it's so normal, ...because the every day happens to the every one.
Why would anyone want to analyze it?

But what if it wasn't analyzing.

What the process of change wasn't viewed with fear, or anticipation of the unknown.
Even though hypothetically that's what it is...the attitude that is held during a process of change is the bound that sets its course.

So what if we looked at a change in our lives with opportunity.
Even if things got so uncertain, that you felt you were about to step on air.

I've stated that my beliefs don't hold tightly to coincidence.
With the changes that have been happening to me,
and the fact that this year holds significance to faith in my life;
it's no marvel that two of my family members lost a loved one of immediate family last week.

Both of which struggled with heavy negative personal demons.

In this world, to lose someone that way, pushes a button allowing relief more than pain.
But the pain that exists holds guilt.

It's a refresh.
Spending time with my father's family is something I've longed for.
I love them, when I met them, my first thoughts were "My people!"

That was the first significant event this week.

On my way home, I drove from Taunton to Gloucester.
By the time I made it to Quincy, tears were drained so much I don't know where they were coming from.
I am completely unable to recall the trip from Quincy to Rte 128 in my memory.

As I was driving through Quincy Shore drive; a certain kind of feeling swept over me, like I was being drained of all physical energy I had.

My fingers felt frozen in place, my insides, my stomach, my lungs, they felt hot.
If there is a word, it's Lucid.

When I made it to 128 I had to pull over right after I got off the Ramp.
I vomited, for a solid 20 minutes. Got back in my car.
Drove home.
Ate a Cookie and a glass of milk.
Went to bed.

I had never felt that sick in my entire life.
The next morning I woke up, and I was more motivated than I had been in a while.

This event, was the second.

My weekend as a whole was the third significant waiver that, yes indeed something magically good is happening in my life.

Friday night I spent driving my bosses daughter to her friends house.
Having her open up to me about things that I have been through and being able to help her understand what's going on around her; was one of the main reasons I am certain I was placed to have this job for. I <3 her.

After I dropped her off, there was much needed girl time, of movies, snuggling, and wine.
This is something so rare for me, but very wanted.
To be able to start off a weekend like that felt good.
It felt really good.

Saturday, I went back to my kid sister.
*supervising her hanging out with her friends*
keeping an eye and being part of the fun.

What did they have in store for me?
Let's jump 40 feet into the ocean from a dock.....
Oh goodie.

So being the responsible ninny I am...of course I had to swim down to check what poles and metal was floating around and what not.

I jumped with them, 3 times.

Getting to know the 12 year old inside me. Was good.
You need to be able to be a kid.

For the rest of the day I ended up having my phone die, going to visit my grand-parents,
was easily AND willingly roped into going to a pig roast and a hoe down.
Where I bumped into old friends allowing me to catch up in a way I only wish for every day.
Ending the night with a small personal party at my best friends dad's meat house.

Yup. I'm country. My Saturday was the kind of day I live for.
Filled with love.

Sunday.
Sunday I went to a benefit, to celebrate the life of someone who had a dancing soul.
In this day, so many people from my past, whom I have not seen in years, took a look,
weren't sure, but surely recognized me in a surprise of happiness.

Another good friend of mine has given me the quality news that he has in fact been cancer free for 20 years this fall.

This week.
This week I took an emotional bath, the night I got sick in my car.
The bad has been lost in my family. We are clean of hurt.
And the good in my life is bounding.

I've made it down that excruciating long hallway.
And now I have to open the door.

Thing is' ......I'm really really really careful about which one I open.
Because the life I live; is one I intend on sharing with my loved ones;
now that I am able to have them around me.
My choices effect them, like a wave.

To see the bad move away, and be able to embrace the good in any situation of life is a blessing.

But to be able to live it is another kind of glory all together.
This time I'm in control.
This time I'm getting it right.

Feirce, Funky, Fresh, Fiesty and Fabulous.

In one of the last things I'm doing with the family I work with, I am intertwining a personal goal.
Getting my slamming body back.

My bosses daughter, one of my favorite people on the planet.
Is starting school in two weeks. Along with field Hockey.

To adjoin spending quality time with her, helping her stay motivated for something she might not enjoy but has to do to stay responsible and of course.......getting my fine ass into shape.

At the grocery store today, we were talking about dinner.
What was I going to make, and our schedule for tomorrow.

You can't imagine how proud I was when she turned to me and said
"I want to be a vegetarian for a week"

Just to try it. I did that when I was 12.
After a week I ate about 3 hamburgers and a good old fashioned linguica sandwich along with apple-sauce.

Regardless of the likeness of the two of us, she starts school in two weeks.
I'm leaving in two months.

My goal for me is to reach my happy weight.
At 146 size 9-11 pants right now.
I plan on reaching my ideal comfortable self
of 119. size 4. Tossable as a feather.

The plan: high school athletics work out every day for 3 hours at night.
Yoga and Stretches, sit ups, running.
The diet: Vegetables. Water. Wheat pasta. (I'm going to be creative.)
Sleep: I'm going to get plenty of it.

Also not allowing myself ANY alchoholic beverages during this regiment.

The test: One week. If I can finish one week without any incident of health, I will continue to push. Gently.


I mean lets face it, I have to coddle myself if no one else is going to do it.....
Just let me strap on my Zebra heels when I'm done on the turf. They make my legs look longer.
:)

Irony in the cells, Bloodlines and Backbones.

In my family, on both sides, I'm the only only child.

My father was one of 8.
All the siblings very close, and which I might add; when I met them it was clear where my sense of humor and personality was inherited from.
There are I believe 37 of us.
The eldest passed away this week. God rest her soul.

She has three beautiful, brilliant, strong hearted daughters whom have seen another side of this world which is surely un-even. And two of them grown, have come out better for it.

I didn't know Donna very well. But I know the rest of my family well enough to know that if she was born into this family, there probably wasn't a mean bone in her body. Just a feisty one.

The women in my family tend to get that way...to say the least.
Her daughters being my cousins make me proud. They can live on, and show through themselves the best of her, which I'm sure was handed down to them.

To lose a mother,.....or to not really ever have one......is more of a challenge to a girl than anyone could really try to assume.
We as women are naturally resilient, especially at young ages.
A mother's love can be found in a cousin, or a sister, or a friend.
It can be found in the heart of an older woman we might work with.
Through friendly conversation, and advice.
Even a joke.
But it can never really be what we need it to be unless it's from our own.
That's why she's called Mom.
Because she's special.


Considering the kind of family my father left me. Through our tears, I know there is only laughter and warmth to be found when we see each other again. Tomorrow, I hope she knows it's in her memory, and her daughters future.


On my mothers' side........
Whoah mama.

My grandparents were both one of 8.
Gramma has 6 brothers and 1 sister.
Papa had 6 sisters and 1 brother.
Each of them had about 4 kids.....and so on.

The best part, is that we were
ALL
RAISED
TOGETHER

Imagine having a portuguese community, where you are literally related to half the town. Or in my case...half the state because of ONE nationality.

I'm not saying it's a bad thing....I mean it's hard to date.....but,
I'm just sayin.

Another cousin of mine.
Whom I might say is a very very sweet playful soul.
With a responsible heart, and not enough appropriate challenges given.
He's seen the hard things in life, and knows certain truths.
He lost his father.
Which is something that engraves a kind of frustration in your soul it's hard to bear without questions.
Questions we want answers to that we can only find ourselves in solace.
There can never be blame.
As a child when you lose your father..., you want a hug from him, you want to ask him questions, you want,...... Period.
That want lasts a lifetime, and it never really goes away.
It cannot be replaced.
But it can be understood, and motivation, it can be the biggest challenge of your life.

My cousin Mark is an amazing person.
And for him to be wanting at any place, in any time, would break my heart.
Because you shouldn't have to want that before you become a parent yourself.
The love of a parent...that is.


My mother was never a mom......I never really got to know my father....
In my extremely large family there are graces that are given to me that I see in my relatives.
This world did not give me parents.
It gave me SO MANY OTHER INCREDIBLE PEOPLE
And EVERY DAY.
All I could ever want, is for my family to know,
I love them.
I miss them.
And today especially,
I understand.
Whadddya say cousins...Lets Get Crunk!

We have not grown apart, we can only grow further together.
For hopes that our futures do not have to be filled with sadness.
If you read this. I hope you know, that most every day.....family.....
I think of you,....I anticipate making memories.................................
and family fun nights...
It's been about Forty Funerals; How about a wedding?

Letting go of the last words.

How do we, when in the middle of the end, of the beginning;
start telling a story we've been telling for years?

Do we redirect the story?
Why do people manipulate their lives so that others see with a veil.

Are we so fragile that we can't accept the thought of another being different even in adult stages?
Recently I've been dealing with a closing.

The closing of a chapter in my life I had only been dreaming of since I was about ten years old.

After grueling nights of crying, alone, fair-weathered friends beating me down verbally because I didn't want to get wasted all the time, or because I wanted to apply for my next job, or even because I'm different. Just odd. Years of pain staking emotional infringement by people who are so closed off they might as well deserve Mr. Freeze taking a shot to their head.

I'm happy.
I'm so at peace happy with myself I don't know what to do.
Really and honest to Gods truth.
I'm like a lost retarted puppy in a flowery maze atop a volcanic mountain ready for unearthing a fiery grave.

All of the options for me to live my dreams have failed while in suffering.
So this in question; do we really get second chances when we deserve them?

I've dealt with some of the most horrific things known to man, and now that I've conquered them.....It's almost like I've found a personal peace that's the equivalent to a man on his death bed.

Except...I was robbed of my childhood,....feeling estranged in my youth, and now feeling like I don't belong in my adult.

There's an ending coming to me. While I know all too well it's a great one, and that when this door is finally closed, a really beautiful one with blue skies and fields of green I can frolic in will be available to my soul.

All of my dreams I held, so close to me.
Are well on their way....

But the one thing.
One thing I don't know is possible to happen.

Almost because it's been severed from my mind as though I'm not supposed to have it.
Not because I don't deserve it.
But maybe, I'm so different.
Just maybe,
I'm so slightly off kilter, that when I crossed paths with the one I'm supposed to be with,
we went in different directions, as we were coming from.

Navigation has such a way to do with our lives.
Most people don't realize where they are going until they have completely surpassed the tunnel and crossed the bridge. Hell hath be fury on the other side....sometimes it's not all that pretty.

For me, it's not ugly.
But it's not pretty either.

After dealing with posession.
Not the marijuana.....I only wish I got locked up for green piece.
Think I'm crazy.
Take from it what you will.
I know well enough that there were things I have done in my past, that I remember the outcome.
Even though I don't know how I got there.
There was darkness lay deep so far in my soul it hurt to breathe sometimes.

And anything good. No matter how hard I tried, no matter what methods of therapy I practiced,....

Something inside me pushed it away.

There's no way to describe what I have to say without sounding clinically insane.

But to know, fully well, that I have literally been depression free on a prayer.
And that SERIOUS significant changes in my life have been happening along with things so beyond coincidental it would almost seem right to ask who put it on the calendar of life ahead of time.......

The one thing I have never been fully given,
The one thing I've worked so hard to understand.
Is the only thing, I may never have again.

It pains me. I might cry.
If I live out the rest of my life after this very large steel door of past,
shuts and locks only for me to hold a key where no one else may know.

I'm ready to hold happiness. I'm ready to live in peace, as I have been.
I'm ready to live for me, and samba, laugh until my stomach hurts, walk until the sun comes up,
work in career fields I have studied more in my dreams and when I'm awake.
Play my Ashiko, cook dinner from scratch and drink any sort of brew I possibly made myself.

I'm ready to live my dreams.
I'm ready to live with love.
I'm ready to love the man of my dreams, and be loved.
But have I pushed it away completely?

Caught in an oxymoron of conflict.
Patience might very well be the end of me.

I might live out my dreams.
I deserve not to live them out alone.

Tapping in. Checking out.

So this old house.

My bosses house.
Was built a few years before the civil war had started.

When we moved in, there were two things that particularly fascinated me as much of the house had been renewed and revamped. With the exception of half of the basement is a very large room, and unfinished. As well as a second room to the side of the house in the back.
It is the original foundation, as well as an under-lay of a porch. Used mainly for storage.

In the middle of the night the week of July 4th,
I felt a presence of something walking around.
A gentleman.
An older gentleman, wearing a suit.

I felt his annoyance, his attitude, there is general anger in his soul.
Although I couldn't understand why, seeing that we had been here at least a month before I had noticed him.

Keep in mind my patient has Dimentia, a form of Alzheimers.
It is stated to be a known factor with children and people with mental illness that most of the time they see things that we do not.
Just as well as animals......


Terri is a sweet soul. She's a very welcoming happy person.
This concerns me, as so many times she has wanted her alone time in the house;
and so....it being a very LARGE house....I find ways to make that happen for her.

I would hear her talking, inquire about whom she might be talking to,...or what exactly was she trying to say.

Her response was always the same...
she was talking to her new friend.

In my life I've dealt with a mass amount of supernatural happenings.
I've never summoned anything, it's just something that has always happened to me.
I can sense it, I am able to read depths of a soul that some people would find frightening.
Mean it no harm. It's fact.
And to tell you the truth, Half the time I wish I was like everyone else.
It would be nice to not be avoided like the plague.

But then I realize that this is a gift I have that has been given to me with reason and force.
I do not believe in coincidence.
Everything happens for a reason, and try as hard as you can to change your circumstance.
Be it so, you try hard enough, someone; somewhere; is going to notice, and things will happen.

In my case, I'm attempting to do so right now, and part of me believes that this is a jest from a negative force to try to stop me what is a long time coming.

When I sensed this ghost. I thought nothing of it.
I thought, to keep it to myself, it's best not to make a big deal out of nothing.


Terri flew to Arizona on Wednesday July 12th.


A week and a half after she left for Arizona, I was in the kitchen.
For a midnight snack.
I looked up and saw him at the chair by the window.
He came straight at me; faster than I thought something could move.
The only way to describe it, is that he lurched at me with the quickness of air.
It was 230 in the morning. At the witching hour.

I saw with my own eyes on Thursday July 21st a ghost who was a tall skinny man in a black suit.
He had a black hat.

I left the lights on, and turned them off in sequence as I made my way out of the kitchen and up two flights of stairs.

Light will protect you. Mark my words.

I got to my room.
Left my hallway light on.
Locked my door.

A week later, my bosses daughter,
who is on the second floor of the house mind you.
Went to put her dog in the basement in his kennel.
She opened the door; and never left.

The dog slept with her that night.

Tuesday August 2nd we were in my car.
We had been having discussions about certain things we were noticing around the house.
The very possibility of ghosts.

A child is a precious thing.
So is the mind of a growing girl. Not fully an adult, the heart of a child, with a wanting mind.
She mentioned to me that she saw something.
And so, I asked for her to describe it.
Remembering the night that Toby slept with her in her room, I heard a door slam.
I asked her why.

"There was a man outside my door"

Naturally, any mother, sister, brother, father would be concerned when you hear a 12 year old spout this.

"Carly,...what did he look like?"

"I don't know,,....it was tall, and it was a guy....he was

Skinny was a word muttered in sequence as I realized I'm not the only person in this house who is capeable of seeing "things".


Thursday July 28th.
Carly had a basketball game, she had specially requested Tacos.
Her father was working from home the next day.
And so, I did, making it easier for me to clean up.
I remember coming home that night from working my last shift at the pub before I quit.
It was 11 when I got home.
I went directly into the kitchen to clean what mess might have been left from dinner.
To my surprise,....there really wasn't one. Aside from a few dishes in the sink and one on the counter.
I shut the light off, and made my way up stairs.
Carly was coming down....mainly to put the dog in the basement.
we crossed paths at approzimately 1110 pm.

I stayed in bed that night, working on my computer.
Carly texted me at 130 asking me if I heard a noise...
No I most certainly did not! And I wanted to keep it that way...

As for the next morning. My dear old Boss was complaining that he had heard noises at 4 am that woke him up.
Slamming,...drilling....

well surprise surprise....the dish on the counter in the kitchen?

There was a pizza slice like piece clear cut right out of it.
Almost as though it was chizzled.
Eerie much? I'm swimming in the lake.


Saturday July 30th.
My Boss and his daughter were gone for a night to Cape Cod for a memorial service.
As I was left home alone with the Dog, I spent a good night doing laundry, relaxing.
So It's 130 am, and I had left all the lights off because I'm cheap.
Elecricity costs money people!
All the lights were off, and all the doors were closed.
(mainly because this is a big house and doors have a tendency because of the wind or not to slam shut on their own)

So I mosey on downstairs, with the pup at my feet.
Astonished,.....the laundry room door was wide open, as was the main door to the master suite in my bosses bedroom.
As was his closet door.
The closet light was also ON.

Needless to say that was enough for me.
I went directly upstairs and locked my door with the dog next to me.
Keep in mind all the windows were shut; doors locked; and I'm on the third floor which makes it that much harder to hear things.

Funny how after I had locked my door and climbed into bed.
The dog next to me.
We both heard a doorknob turn, and a door open.
He looked up...at my door...and looked at me as if to say
"did you hear that?"

August 7th.
My Boss was home alone.
Keep in mind this man....
This man.
Sweet soul. Completely void of anything not right wing. Although accepting in his heart...for him to acknowledge something...really acknowledge something....is a task.

Last night. My Boss was home alone.
In the middle of the night.
He was awakened ever so gently as a fire alarm sound was ringing around 4 am.
Making it from his bedroom, to the stairs before it shut off on it's own.

He went to turn the lights off which were oddly enough ....on.
When he noticed the basement door was open at the top of the stairs, there was a draft.
Why?

Because the massive steel door that lets you IN the basement from the OUTSIDE was wide open.

From here out.
I'm taking photos, I'm keeping tabs, I'm finding the history on this house, and I'm praying for these grounds.

This house is haunted.
It just gives me another reason to leave.