Ever since my dream a few nights ago, I’m convinced that the thing that appeared in my house very loudly and violently when my mom was a roommate here and when my sister lived here — is watching me.

For example, tonight is the second night Mira has sat up close as fuck to me while I’m trying to sleep. She stares at something and when I pet her, it’s as if she can’t feel it, she won’t move. She just stays wide-eyed. Another thing, this is the most she’s been with me. She’s always a butt inch away from me. And when she’s not? She’s staring down the hallway.

The second thing? See, when I was a kid, I had the back of my neck touched and my hair pulled (my hair was always in a pony tail as a kid). Recently, I’ve been feeling someone poke me as if trying to get my attention.

All I know is, my cat is scaring the shit out of me and I’m either having weird spasms in my back or the black thing we’ve seen as kids is back.
I’m not trying to be dramatic or anything. I’m simply afraid.

As kids, there were two warning signs that something bad was soon to happen. 1) one of us kids would see a big black figure with red eyes or 2) my mom would randomly make corn bread. Since we were kids, she stopped making corn bread. They were warning signs.

Enough. This sounds like a ghost story in a movie, lol!