The haunted…

Early morning, the sun hasn’t even dusted the sky with a touch of color yet. Everyone’s asleep but myself and the exceptionally large dog we live with, Winston. I’m brewing up some coffee when I’m overwhelmed by a ton of things happening at once. A chill goes down my spine, I hear a distant otherworldly woman’s voice, Winston jumps and barks, the cats hiss and run, the room goes even darker than it already was and I can feel (along with hear) the creaking of the wooden floor boards as someone rushes through the dining room towards us. 

I hit the light and spin around… But there’s nothing. Winston’s hackles are up, but otherwise he’s standing there looking as confused as myself. Just as quickly, everything goes back to normal. “Normal”.

I chuckle nervously, tell a few people but otherwiselet the incident go with just a lingering uneasy feeling. 

Murphy mentions how much unused space there is in the wall between the kitchen and living room. Someone built in a little shelf and hutch, but there’s a good portion of it that’s just empty. Ethan suggests that it’s just the opening to make it easier to get into the basement. Look at that, the boy has a more level head than myself. 

Yesterday however… the house gets swarmed by hundreds of flies. Most are trying to get in at the window by the dining room. We couldn’t figure out where they came from or why they’re around, but they’re still buzzing around this morning.  So as a joke I send a Marco polo and creep up on the basement and pop it open. As I’m recording, I realize Ethan’s theory about the space is wrong. It’s a sealed box tucked away. 

The previous roommate jumped ship on short notice… But come to find out she didn’t even have any place to go. She left for a hotel. So now I’m thoroughly unnerved, only I’m stuck here at the moment. I don’t have the money to go anywhere else. 

So I shall document these incidents to share with you. 



A long time ago… in a small city not TOO far away… Nikki and I grew up. We’ve always been zany and imaginative with WAY too much time on our hands. Well what happens when 2 kids with too much time on their hands have access to the internet? Well luckily better crap than happens now a-days – but perhaps I’m biased.

I created a website. A few of them actually. I dabbled in HTML, CSS, but my first was a simple template site through tripod. Do you remember tripod? Or angelfire or geocities? Good gracious how I wanted a geocities site with the prefix of soho… but NO…. that was a different category than what my….  *ahem* Anyway.

What we posted on these sites was our crazy writings. Mostly the funny stuff… but for some ungodly reason we (I) put up some of the partial ideas for other works as well.

Years pass….

A few more years….

Throw in a decade and keep counting people….

I lost track of everything – didn’t think anything of it. Wouldn’t you freaking know that through all of the buyouts and change overs… that freaking site was still online? I can type a specific word set in… and up it comes…. *snickers* to Nikki’s horror and dismay.

I told her – I haven’t accessed it so long, it’s probably impossible to pull it down. Besides – I was amused. So I check. Tripod still takes you somewhere… somewhere with a log in button. Well, I only had one email prior to my regular… I know that’s what I used. Let’s give it a shot.

I stare at the password box for a moment. Try the first one. Nada. Another. Nope… not looking good. One more….. there’s a delay…. and sure as shit up pops the control board. I honestly have access to this antique. So under Nikki’s strict supervision, I tore down the site…. well…. almost all of the site. With her permission, I left one up.

It’s horrible. Poorly written… but funny as hell. The results of two board teenagers digesting far too much caffeine while watching the sci-fi (None of this syfy crap) channel in the afternoons. It’s out there… I’ll include a link because it no longer comes up in a search. I submit for you the humility that is Weekday Afternoon.