Back in late August (08/20/2010), I mentioned how I had new neighbors moving in. I did fear them. I was not sure of what kind of heathens were going to be residing next to me for however long it may be. I was happy the Lazy Laundriers moved away. The reason for their departure is still unknown. I was paying rent one day and she asked how I like the new neighbors. I agreed they are good people. I added that they are better with completing their laundry than the past tenants. I mentioned two people living there. She snapped back at me. It was almost as if two people living their was my fault. Two people were not on the lease. It was just one. But which one? Was it the male or the female? Who was the person on the lease? Doesn’t matter now. They are gone. Life was good.
Flash forward to the arrival of the new peeps. I know his name. I don’t know hers. I know he told me one day but after a few drinks, I tend to forget them. Not to mention, I am terrible with names. So while Zach (still unsure of how he spells his name) and the others begin to move in boxes and the others, I questioned what kind of people they are. I am not talking about if they are party people, dbags, or a Mickey and Mallory Knox type couple. I just wanted to know if they are on the side of good or the dark. No Sith Lords here. I mean dark. Minions of the devil himself.
It could be too early to tell but as of now, I think God intervened and brought peace and some tranquility to my apartment. I usually listen to my music through headphones. I always pissed off the Ghost of Carlos. The last week, I took some pretty big risks and played the music through my speakers. I listened not only to the music but for any sign that I could be angering the ghost below me. There were no complaints from Carlos about the volume level of my music. I might be jumping the shark but today and since the BP’s have moved in, things are going swimmingly. There have been no issues. Before I write this, I’ll knock on wood. I have not heard anything from Claudia. It’s very strange. There haven’t been any noises from her. She is out of my dreams and she’s not even in my car. Where on Earth did she go? Before the Boston Pop’s moved in, life was hell. After the LL’s moved out, things were better. Granted, I still had visits from Claudia and the Ghost of Carlos still tormented me. But for two weeks, nothing. Nada.
It is all good. Why isn’t he raising hell? Did something happen to him? Maybe he moved out too. I thought that. I mean I normally heard the ghost children running about and other random noises but as of lately, there hasn’t been any sounds coming from below. Like right now. As I am writing this blog, he’s not saying anything. It’s pretty loud. No knocking on the ceiling. It’s very strange. The other night, I had a couple people over. One friend decided to introduce herself to Carlos. She said he was reluctant to shaking her hand. Could mean something. Could just mean he’s OCD like me with germs. She said he was very nice and even offered to aid me if I ever needed it. The old Carlos wouldn’t offer help. The new Carlos did. What the hell is going on!? I’ve never seen Carlos but she did? Let’s go out on a limb here. Here is what could have happened. At least one possibility.
I offered my soul to the devil to rid myself of the Lazy Laundriers. My wish came true. Is my soul damned? No. My deal with the devil was never complete. God made sure of that. Weeks pass. The Boston Pops move in. Since they have moved in, I haven’t heard from Claudia and the Ghost of Carlos hasn’t been giving me grief. Zach was sent from God and cleansed my apartment of Claudia. Since Claudia is gone, so is the Ghost of Carlos. These two were attached to each other through love. She was sent to hell (where she belongs) and with her being gone, the connection between her and Carlos was broke. He was free from her evil grasp. His spirit was now free. Being free from the evil that was Claudia, God granted him a second chance. Since he was just a pawn in the world of Richard and Claudia, he came back to Earth to raise his children. Should I say raise or should I say protect? But who is he here to protect? His kids or me? And if he is here now to protect me, who from?
How crazy is it to be rid of the Lazy Laundriers, The Dead Zombie Wife, and the Ghost of Carlos? Even though they never harassed me, Needle Nancy and Tramp Stamp are both gone. These things are not coincidences. Everything happens for a reason, right? The same time I was in the landlord’s office, I brought up NN and TS moving out. I did foul up and said,
“Oh, I don’t know their real names. I had pet names for them.”
I did dub my new neighbors, “The Boston Pops”. Maybe I should be nice to them. I usually give those I am not fond of names. I hardly know these people. I have talked to Zach a few times. He is a really nice guy. But since Zach has wore two shirts promoting the Boston Red Sox, I felt it best fits him and his family to be the Boston Pops. It’s much easier to have names like these when talking about the people I live around. NN & TS place is still empty. It’s only a matter of time before some crazy people move in there. Hopefully they don’t know the Bleach Murderer. Zach and his family have saved me from the hellish beast that craved my soul. I mentioned before that Zach is a Biblical name.
I don’t know but it looks like I will have a rough road ahead of me. I do not want to come off and say these are bad people. They may in fact be really nice. But with the circumstances that surround me, I am worried that maybe they might end up being the death of me. I brought this upon myself. I made a deal with the devil to get the Lazy Laundriers out of this place. I got these people here. I could have brought death to my door. But after researching the meaning of the name Zach, I am perplexed to what will really happen to me. According to every site I read, Zach means, “pure and innocent” or it also means, “the lord remembered“. Could this be a good thing? Maybe God intervened and sent this person to protect me from the real evil that lives below me. Is it a coincidence that Carlos lives below me? That this evil spirit is under my feet? Hell is below us. Heaven is above us. I have nothing above me. Has God forgotten about me? Am I to fend for myself against this evil man who lives under my feet? Who in all actuality, lives in hell?
The words in bold are two meanings of Zach’s name. He is my savior. He has cleansed my apartment of the evil that once seeped from the walls. But…and I do mean but. If I did make a pact with the devil, is the peace I am having now the work of him or is it really the work of God? Things can still happen. They haven’t been here very long. Aren’t things always calm before the storm? And is it even more of a coincidence that they moved in during a hellish storm? The storm brought them in, like creatures from the mist. It would be easy for them to sneak in. Roll in with the dark clouds and act as if you’re just a normal couple with a small child. I need to keep my chin up. I need to believe that the worst is over. I will never be bothered again by Claudia or Carlos. There is still another possibility to everything that is going on. The first one is God doing all the work and him bringing in the BP’s to save me. The second possibility is if I was the reason the Lazy Laundriers are gone and the Boston Pop’s are here. My soul is doomed.
I made a deal with the devil to get the Lazy Laundriers out of my apartment complex. It worked. The LL’s were cast out and sent to an unknown location. I basked in the perfect life for a week or two. I made it to the promise land. It was good. Just too good to be true. When the storm ravaged our city, the dark rain clouds brought not only rain and thunder, it brought along a trio of demon spawn. Zach may have a Biblical name but it’s the devil’s game here. He knows me well. He knows I’ll be looking up the name and seeing any connection I can to the Bible. The demon spawn rid me of the LL’s. As for Claudia and Carlos, well they are still here. Carlos offered aid to me so I’d let him in my apartment. Claudia is just staying dormant. They are just waiting for the right moment. Once I let my guard down, I’m going to be attacked from all sides. Needle Nancy and Tramp Stamp are gone. They lived next door. Their exit was also planned by the devil. Get them out and bring in someone new. I’ll have no where to run. I will be surrounded by demons no matter which way I turn. It’s all up to when the Zach Attack will happen. Zach sure does promote his love for Boston. What happened in Massachusetts in the late 1600’s? Witches. Evil witches and their dark magic. You’re not fooling me.
But that just a theory. Anything can happen. But I am looking at the glass half full. This period of peace is enjoyable. I just hope that Zach is truly here as my savior and the deal I made with the devil was annulled. As before, I will keep you posted on what terrors await me. I still have to worry about the new people taking residence in Needle Nancy & Tramp Stamp’s old brothel house. I still have to keep an ear to the wall for any clues if the Dead Zombie Wife is still with me. Is the Ghost of Carlos still going to make my musical life hell? Lots of questions still. I thought that I was safe but the idea that Zach may be the devil in sheep’s clothing worries me a lot. Pray for me.