And… I’m back….

Published May 20, 2012 by Charlotte

Am I the only one who takes a hiatus at times?
How do you overcome writer’s block?
Why is it I think nobody will care about what I have to say?
How do I get more people to read my blog?
What’s the point in having people read my blog if I’m not here?
Would I be here more often if more people came?
Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to say only to realize it’s the everyday things alot of people blog about. I don’t have to be brilliant with each post. Do I?
Should I change my blogs look?
Should I change the name?
Should I have a “theme”?

What say you?

Can apartments be haunted?

Published February 26, 2012 by Charlotte

If you are reading my blog you know by now that my 4yo Niece has been having some other worldly things happening of late.  This morning my Sister texts me the picture below and asks me how in the world the clothes basket moved from the front end of the Barbie Jeep to where it is currently situated.

There are no pets.  No sleep walkers.  No other adults in the house.  No forgotten moments.  No wine or xanax.  No open window/door.  No apartment attached to this room.  There is no explaination why the clothes basket had moved.  The thing is… this isn’t the first time there’s been “weird” things to happen in this particular room.
I told my Sister to lightly tape up some dental floss tonight over the doorway and to let me know in the morning what happens.

What growls at you in the kitchen?

Published February 26, 2012 by Charlotte

No, I haven’t been watching too much Ghost Adventures lately.  Although, I must confess to watching the numerous marathons that pop up on the Travel Channel.  You know… just to have something on in the background while I pinterest & procrastinate doing the dishes.  I must also confess to totally believing in spirits, etc.  Not the fake-like-wrestling shit… but “the cabinet doors opening by themselves after I walked out of the kitchen in the house I grew up in” kinda spirits. 
For some years my Niece Kendra has walked and talked in her sleep.  Considering my siblings & I did both growing up this really isn’t all that surprising.  Whats surprising is… well… read for yourself.
One night (a year or so ago I believe) she unlocked the front door to “let them in”.  {who the fuck is them?!} 
She’s held several-minute conversations sitting up in bed.  Asleep.  Not rambling.  Not mumbling.  c.o.n.v.e.r.s.a.t.i.o.n.s.  
One morning in December Kendra went into the kitchen, alone, to fix some cereal.  My Sister said Kendra had only enough time to get into the kitchen good from her (my Sister’s) bedroom when she let out a blood curdling scream and bolted down the hallway and into Karren’s room.  When Karren got Kendra calmed down she said something had growled at her in the kitchen.  Yes.  Growled. 
About a week ago Kendra sat up in bed and started having a one-way conversation.  She raised her hand up towards the ceiling and said “Come with me.”   Insert Pause.  Then she said “Yeah, I’m a kid.  I’m a real kid.” 
Normally I would just poo-poo it and say it could easily be explained away. Normally.
Someone please tell me that this is normal ramblings of a 4 yo’s mind.  I think I might need to go cleanse my Sister’s apartment.

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