July 7th, 2008

Hmm.

I have been alone in this house for roughly 3 months now. Not really alone all the time, only when my parents and brothers go to work/school which gives me at least 8 hours of <b>me</b>-time everyday. I don't really mind being alone.

Actually, i like it.

So we've been living in this new house for over a year now and i can say that i'm already comfortable here. Who wouldn't be? It's like 6x (or more) bigger than our old house.

Wait... what?

Oh yeah, it's already been a year and this is the only time i've mentioned about moving houses. It's not really a big deal since our old house is just a few blocks away. LOL. I'm still stuck in the same subdvision, <b>boo</b>.

So anyways, i may not be alone in this house at all...

Or so i think.

Yeah yeah, a typical story. Strangers move into a new house inhabited by <i>someone/somethings</i> and now they want the strangers out of their territory; the hauntings begin and the strangers are scared witless and so on and so forth until someone either dies from fright or someone moves out.

But i don't think that's true in my case.

If there really <i>is</i> someone/something with me, it doesn't bother me at all. In fact, i think it's even trying to coexist with me.

Weird, huh?

These are some of my observations:
- Our Pet Cat (Bruno XD) hisses at something i/we can't see. Either that or in the middle of her sleep, she suddenly wakes up as if she was startled by something. It's scary sometimes, because you can feel that she's seeing something that you can't.
- Our former househelp complained of hearing someone going up and down the stairs not only at night but also during afternoons. I hear that myself as well.
- I always have this gut-feeling that i am, indeed, not alone.

I've been noticing that stuff going on for some time now. Funny thing is, even if i'm practically vulnerable -- alone and all, it has never bothered me at all. I kept brushing these incidents as mere hallucination until i saw <i>him</i> yesterday.

Yesterday i was lying on my belly, sketching stuff when my door opened slightly. I saw a foot. Now i don't know if it was just my imagination or just a mirage due to my bad eye-sight. I seriously don't know. I thought at first that maybe a robber or a psycho silently slipped inside our house ready to rob and kill me, but it didn't move nor jump at me.

I blinked at it stupidly for like a minute or so.

I don't know what compelled me to do this, but i just said aloud:
"Pakisara yung pinto, pwede?"
<i>Close the door, please?</i>

And the door closed.

How obedient.

I resumed my sketching afterwards. I don't know but i never felt any panic that time. Maybe i'm just stupid like that, but i don't know, i never really sensed any danger coming my way.

After i think ten minutes or more, i checked downstairs to see if there was indeed a robber sweeping our house clean of our worldly possessions.

Nobody was there and everything seemed to be in their pristine condition. Not a single particle of dust was disturbed.

Robber? No. Alone? No.

Sigh. I keep complaining of having no one to talk to. Now there is someone who can.

Maybe i'll try and talk to him sometime.