Spooks Anonymous IV

I talked to my mom. I told her that for what ever reason that something was going on in my house.
I told her about everything that had been happening to this point. The brush down the length of the house, the light switch, the footsteps. Now my ponytail holders, barrettes and comb have disappeared from my bathroom. They were on the counter, where they always stay. I looked in my sons room because he is tall enough to reach there. So I thought that he might grab them. Couldn’t find them, so I asked him and he said no he didn’t get them.

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Spooks Anonymous III

We live in the country, the nights are wonderfully silent. The skies are extraordinarily black,  with the light of dim and bright sparkles that keeping you looking up in awe.
The very silent nights allow you to hear wonderful sounds that aren’t there during the day, or at least able to be heard in the busy hours. Crickets, owls, whippoorwills, coyotes, and some other odd sounds that I don’t know what they are. Not outside, inside, where I am.

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