I’m not sure if there have been more escalations at home. I wasn’t home most of the weekend, truth be told. I used every excuse I could to keep us out of the house, and Wendy gladly accommodated my whims – going out for breakfast, shopping, movies… I believe whatever is going on, she is definitely experiencing something… something she’s not ready or able to deal with.
There is a genuine feeling of ‘otherworldlyness’ in the house that I can definitely feel when I return after being gone for a while, but soon after I get back it just seems to fade away – or I get used to it, which is even scarier.
The dreams have been OK – I’ve been sleeping better, anyway, but again, I don’t know if things are getting ‘better’ or I’m just ‘adapting’ – can you adapt to something like this? I have no idea.
There was a new experience, again out on the street in East Providence, and I was able to take a picture. There was an interesting difference to it this time, too… First, this one was female – don’t ask me how I know, but I just knew. It was just kind of ‘standing there’ out in front of an old historical house – I won’t say which one, I don’t want to get them involved in all this – but it was very clear to me in the afternoon sun, the shadows were all very long and this kind of stood out against them. I heard it to – that humming and the weird, rhythmic whispering that sends chills up and down my spine.
The difference was that there was an older woman also walking near me, and when she saw me raise my phone and take a picture, she stopped too. I’m certain I heard a little ‘gasp’ from her as she looked in the direction I was facing, but then she regained her composure and simply commented on the house, saying how wonderful it looked in the autumn light. Did she see it too? Did she see something that she couldn’t explain, and her rational mind simply allowed her to brush it off as a trick of the light? An errant shadow?
I wish my mind still worked that way.