No Vacancy

As predicted, the freedom I had from not having neighbors is no more. A new tenant has moved in. I am a bit upset over it. I enjoyed the freedom from the Lazy Laundriers. I didn’t get much time to enjoy it. I never got to fall in love with a laundry room all to myself. Sure I had it all alone for a few weeks but the love I had to offer it wasn’t there. I liked it. I hadn’t moved on to the love step of the relationship. I was ready. I really was. But now, that is no more. I will have to share it with complete strangers. How I hate strangers. They are bad people. When I was little, we had a code word. If someone ever claimed to know a family member and came knocking on our door, they had to know the code word to have us open the door. I was just a small child when we my sister created the word. We never used it. That’s a good thing. I guess. I mean, I was never kidnapped. No strangers ever came knocking. Only people that ever did, were those damn Mormons.

I was relaxing at home, watching some TV. I heard a ruckus coming from outside. I thought maybe it was the neighborhood kids running wild. Speaking of those kids, here is a conversation I heard earlier between some kids. I will guess and say these kids are no older than 12.

Girl One: See ya later, hoes!

Girl Two: We’ll be back! And if we’re not, you can kiss our (smack bottom) ass!

Boy One: (sitting on porch). You can suck my dick!

Girl One: Then I’ll rip that tiny thing off!

Kids these days. Anyway, I went to investigate the noise. I opened the door and saw a U-Haul. My heart sank. I was heart broken. I saw a man walking in carrying a box. He was wearing a bandanna. As they were moving in he began to complain about it. Either he lost it or set it somewhere and forgot where. Doesn’t matter. Bandanna Jack was my neighbor. Oh, wait. Who is this? Another person? A gentlemen walked out of the apartment. He looked at me. I looked at him. We said hello. He introduced himself as, Zach (or Zack). Okay. I guess Bandanna Jack and this guy are living here. I can’t stop there. It didn’t stop there. Another person stepped out of the U-Haul. She came up carrying a box. We said hello.

Me: Hello.

Lady: Hi. You said you’re name is Kirk or Kurt?

Me: Kirk.

Zach: Kirk! Like Captain.

Lady: Like church?

Me: Yes. Like Church.

I give her credit for knowing that. I give him the finger for saying the “C” word. I’ve said it once and I will say it again. I effin’ hate that nickname.  I chatted a bit with him. Turns out it’s just him (Zach), his wife and their 2 year old daughter/son. I don’t hate kids. I just can’t stand the noise of a crying baby. That’s probably why I say I will never have children. I like quiet. Babies are loud. Not to mention messy, needy, and like a puppy, in constant need of attention. I went inside to sulk. They went inside to rearrange their furniture.

I am hesitant about getting close to these people. I don’t know if they are normal people or if they were sent by the devil himself. I know Claudia and The Ghost of Carlos are planning something. These new people could be the death of me. I find it odd that the day they move in, there was a hellish storm outside. I mean sirens going off, a downpour of rain, thunder, and lightning. Is that a sign from above? Let me look up what storms mean according to a random (google click) dream site.

The storm is a symbol of strong feelings and fears that have your emotions in uproar. Being in a storm means that you will face a hard fight and the best defense is a good preparation. Struggling through a storm is a sign that you need to be prepared for problems and losses. Listening to a storm roaring outside denotes bad news ahead. A dream also can have a comment on the climate of a personal relationship. A tiff with a loved one may turn into a dream storm or hurricane.

Link 1.

Another one,

To see a storm in your dream, signifies overwhelming struggle, shock, devastating loss and catastrophe in your personal affairs. The storm also represents unexpressed fears or emotions, such as anger, rage, turmoil, etc.

Link 2.

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?

It’s a very interesting situation I am in. I mean, in one hand I made a deal with the devil to get rid of the Lazy Laundriers. My soul is lost. But could Zach be someone who is here to save me? Could he be a messenger from God to return my soul that I lost? He is pure. He is innocent. But all pure and innocent people can be corrupted. He can fall to the sinister actions of Claudia and the Ghost of Carlos.

Speaking of Carlos. I think I met his wife and one of his children. Two Hispanic people walked from out of the parking lot and down the sidewalk. They walked passed my apartment. The mother looked at me and smiled. The daughter, who looked maybe about 4, looked at me. What freaked me out was when the little girl walked by, she stared at me. She had her hand extended and just pointed at me as she walked by. Her finger moved, keeping it pointed at me as she walked away. This happened a day before the new neighbors moved in. Did Carlos know about them moving in? Was he aware of maybe God’s plan to send a protector for me? Was it some sign that they were “watching me”?

So many questions to answer.

  1. Who are these new neighbors?
  2. Did God send them?
  3. Did the Devil send them?
  4. Did The Ghost of Carlos or Claudia have anything to do with them moving in?

I don’t know his wife name. I don’t know their daughter’s name. Those names are and will be important to me. If they are religious names, then I might be safe and have a gaggle of protectors living next door. If the names aren’t and mean something a little more sinister, then I might be in a little trouble. I do hope it’s for the best. I hope for some protection. It has been a while since I have heard from Claudia. If they are here for good, there are two outcomes to this. One, they could rid my apartment of the evil living inside the walls. Or, they could anger her enough knowing they are on the same team with the Lord. She could do everything to drive them out. She and Carlos cannot have a messenger of the Lord living next door. It could mean the end to their reign of terror.

I will keep you posted. This is big. I was not sure of who was going to move in. But now that they are living here, everything could come crashing down. A can of worms are now open. It’s just a matter of time till I find out what side they are on. I hope they are on the side of the good. If not, I don’t even want to think of what will happen. Good or bad, I did sell my soul to the devil. I am a lost cause. But, and I going out on a limb here. If they are sent by God, this could be a chance for me to reclaim my soul and hopefully spend all eternity in the presence of God.


Carlos Visited Me

I have lived in a few different apartments. I have had my share of misfortunes. I’ve had the crappy neighbors. I’ve had a spider infestations. I’ve been robbed. All that is nothing compared to the hell I am going through now. I live above an asshole of a man named, Carlos. He’s stubborn as a mule. I joked that he was a ghost. I said how the Dead Zombie Wife murdered him one night. I have yet to ever meet this man. I have lived here for 4 months. In these 4 short months, I still haven’t seen him. Not even once. It only leads me to believe that he really is a ghost. I already know Claudia (Dead Zombie Wife) is real. I’ve heard her a few times and even had her visit me once in my dreams.

I have never seen a ghost. I claim I did once twice but thinking about it now, it was probably just my imagination.

It was Halloween night one year. I was young. I’d say 12. I woke up one night. No reason why I woke up. I just did. I slept on a bunk bed. As I was climbing off the bed, I gazed out the window. At that exact moment, I saw something float by the window. It was transparent. My mother told me it was probably neighborhood kids fooling around. But if that were true, how would they have known I was going to wake up at that exact time? Maybe I was not fully awake. Maybe my eyes were still getting adjusted. Whatever it was, I swore I saw a ghost that night. But now, I don’t. It was just my imagination running wild.

The second time isn’t really a ghost story but it still scared the s**t out of me. I left the house one early morning for work. My mother’s car was in the driveway. My car was in the street. I took a look at my moms car. I saw what looked like a black silhouette of a tall lanky man leaning against her car. It was out of the corner of my eye. I focused on my car and thought, “did I just see that?” I glanced back at her car and nothing was there. Just my imagination I bet. Still, who knows. There is plenty of things out there in the world that we cannot and will not ever explain.

I haven’t been visited by Claudia for a while. I still hear her every so often. I don’t know why this woman terrorizes me. I did nothing to her. I just ended up living in the place she once lived. But, now we come to Carlos. He did die (murdered) in my apartment. Maybe his ghost wanders the fourplex. He already haunts the place below me. Is he married? I don’t know. I have yet to ever see a woman nor have I ever heard one. I don’t even hear him. I just hear the children. (Ghost children are the scariest. Let’s just hope they aren’t ghost. I won’t be able to handle that). I feel like he’s now out to get me. Maybe not murder me but he’s out to make my life hell. He wants me out. He must still have a thing for Claudia. These two must believe my apartment is hers. I am sorry, Carlos. But Claudia is dead and gone. She may be a zombie living in my walls. She may be after my brains.

Re Your Brains

But she doesn’t pay rent. She doesn’t clean. She just creeps out of the wall on occasions and does all she can to scare the hell out of me. Are these two damned souls in cahoots? Are they taking turns to scare me away from this place? I am now certain they are. It was a normal afternoon. I was just putting my clothes away. I have a stereo sitting on my dresser. It is always off. I have turned it on maybe 3 times. I am normally listening to music through my headphones. The ghost of Carlos isn’t too fond of my Carlos hates my music. I even played a song I thought he would like but no. He hated that too. I am putting my clothes away. I am jamming away to some music. I got a cold chill. It isn’t unusual for me to get them. I get them quite frequently. The room didn’t get cold. There was no eerie sounds or voices in the room (actually there may have been. I had my headphones on. So maybe there were voices). The current song I was listening to was coming to an end. I was shocked to hear another song playing. I had to stop for a second and look around. “Where the heck is that coming from?” Turns out, the stereo I never use, the stereo that is always off, was playing music (what song started playing?), You may question me about it. You may think I hit to remote by accident. Maybe I hit ‘play’ by mistake. Neither one happened. One, I lost the remote. Secondly, if I did hit a button, I would have had to hit two buttons. One to turn it on and the second to play the CD.

I stopped the CD. And no lie but I called out, “hello!?” No one answered. I checked behind the dresser if maybe the cord was loose and somehow I pushed it back in when I closed a drawer. Maybe the song I was listening to started the CD up. Not the actual song but my phone. Maybe some electric waves went awry and triggered the stereo to boot up. I tried to recreate it. I waved the phone in front of the stereo. Nothing. I walked around my apartment to see maybe there was some sign, something that will give me an answer to what just happened.  My heart was racing. I did feel like there was someone in my apartment with me. But I found nothing. Only logical answer there is,

“Ghost of Carlos” turned it on.

This is becoming an unholy place to live. I can deal with the LL. I have no beef with Needle Nancy and Tramp Stamp. They are alive. I have seen and spoken to them both. They are just a nuisance. Could I be wrong about Richard? What if he never did leave? What if Claudia got to him first and he’s somewhere in my apartment. Could it be possible that I may be troubled by not two but three spirits? Was it Richard that turned on the music? Was it ‘The Ghost of Carlos’?  Has Carlos ventured out from his apartment to now haunt mine? Why now? Why not when I first moved in? Why play music? He hates my music. Could he have been trying to get a noise complaint on me? Far fetched but you never know.

Why must I be the victim to these unruly spirits? I can handle DZW. She doesn’t harm me. She bugs the crap out of me but that’s all. I shouldn’t jinx myself. Who knows what these two people are up to. I haven’t heard Carlos today. I haven’t heard Claudia either. I have heard pounding on my walls the last few days. I assume it’s the Lazy Laundriers knocking boots but upon my inspection once, there was no car out front. Leads me to believe it was Claudia or someone in the LL is unfaithful to the other.

I will keep you posted if anymore odd things begin to happen to me. Please if you know someone who can exorcise a demon, ghost, or a zombie, please let me know. I rather not fall victim to these two creatures. Thank you,

Boogedy, Boogedy, Boo!


The Dead Zombie Wife Visited Me

Courtesy of rue-morgue.com

I said I got a visit from the DZW (Dead Zombie Wife). I am sure this was a dream. It had to be. I mean I really don’t believe the dead zombie wife escaped last night just to torment me. Maybe she did. If so, then the wall would have been torn down. So I’ll say it was a dream. A pretty scary one in fact. And if it wasn’t a dream, this DZW can really patch up a hole.

I was laying in bed, trying to sleep. I saw some spark of light flash around me. It was like a mini explosion. I jerked around and viewed my surroundings. Good. It was nothing. Just my imagination. I closed my eyes once more and tried my best to sleep. Lying there, I heard a loud noise. Like something crashed in my place. “Oh, it was just Carlos. Nothing to worry about.”

Why is it when I am trying to sleep, everything seems to happen? The noises continued. I could hear movement. Somebody or something is coming.  But who? Is it a robber? A friend? The ghost of human kindness? Or is it, gasp! Dead Zombie Wife!? This is not good. Stay calm. I just have to stay calm. I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. It was like those dreams where you can’t run but if you do, it’s like in slow motion. My body weighed a ton and I just couldn’t get myself to move. I was in trouble. I was trembling. Then I heard the worst noise anyone could hear. The doorknob was turning. Someone was coming in my bedroom.

I started breathing heavy. I felt an anxiety attack coming on. My heart was racing, I was taking deep, heavy breaths, and I began to sweat. The floor creaked. Whatever just entered my room, was walking towards me. The room was growing cold. I felt a breeze of cold air on the back of my neck. I shivered. My eyes were glued shut. I will not turn around. “Don’t turn around, Kirk. Don’t look.” My imagination was running wild. I have to look.


I jerked up and spun around. Nothing. There was nothing there but darkness. Was I just dreaming? My heart was still racing. I repositioned myself and faced the other wall. I caught a glimpse of the door. It was slightly ajar. You’d think that would be normal but it isn’t. I always shut every door before I go to bed. Maybe I left it opened. Maybe I didn’t close it all the way. Like the Scooby Gang, I went to investigate. Front door is closed. Nothing odd here. The blue pulsating light from my router is my only source of light. I see what I think are crumbs on the floor. Big crumbs. Maybe a little more light. I turn on the floor lamp and that’s when I see it. The gaping hole in the wall. The wall is stained red. There are two bloody hand prints on the wall. The whole hand wasn’t there, just a few fingers. It was like something crawled out of the wall and used the wall as leverage to get out.  I don’t know why I did, but being a dream, I must be a little more braver than I am in real life. I walk up to the wall and look inside it. Nothing there. Just cobwebs, dust, and a odor that I can only explain as death. I don’t even know what death smells like but I’ll tell you. Avon is not carrying that fragrance.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to wake up. But I just couldn’t. My mouth hung open, gawking almost. No sound was coming out. I heard my thoughts clearly. I was yelling to myself to, wake up! wake up! but nothing would let me escape this nightmare. The refrigerator kicked on and the empty rum bottles were clanging together. It’s like my own personal wind chime inside. It startled me a bit but not to much.

Maybe I’ll get a glass of water to relax. I stood at the bathroom door and turned the knob. The facet was on. Darn it! Did I leave in on again? I turned it off and took a seat on the toilet to calm myself. The odor from the living room was even more intense in here. It was nauseating. I could hear laughing from behind my shower curtain. It wasn’t a loud laugh. It was faint, almost child like in nature. Whatever was behind that sheet of cloth, I didn’t want to see it. I sat up and crept backwards towards the door. The laughing stopped. Now it started calling my name again.

“Why Kirk? Why won’t you let me out?”

I was pressed against the door when I saw a hand grab a hold of the shower curtain. The bathroom went dark. It swung open and I saw her. The Dead Zombie Wife escaped from the wall and was after me. I screamed. This time I could. I screamed bloody murder and the door unlocked and opened on me. It’s odd cause the door doesn’t open out. It opens in.  I fell backwards. She stepped out slowly. She had black and grayish hair and was decayed enough to only resemble a skeleton. I remember seeing a silver scorpion broach pinned to her. It was a black scorpion with green eyes, possibly emeralds?

I was crouched down, my back against my linen closet. She walked closer towards me then instantly, she was face to face with me. I sat there and screamed over and over, “get out! get out!” She wailed like a banshee, then put her middle finger to her mouth and shushed me.

I don’t really take dreams and interpret  them but this little trinket stood out for me. Could it mean something? Why was it that in the darken bathroom, this is one thing that seemed to be visible? According to this site, http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamthemes/bugs.htm, the scorpion means:

To see a scorpion in your dream, represents a situation in your waking life which may have been painful or hurtful.  It is also indicative of destructive feelings, “stinging” remarks, bitter words and/or negative thoughts being expressed by or aimed against you.  Your dream forewarns of a self-destructive and self-defeating path. The scorpion is also a symbol of death and rebirth. You need to get rid of the old and make room for something new. Alternatively, the scorpion may also represent a person who is born under the astrological sign for Scorpio.

To see scorpions floating in water, suggests that you need to let go of some pain and learn to accept the situation.  You may be going through the three-step process of denial, acceptance, and finally moving on.

The same site says Emeralds mean the following:

To see an emerald in your dream, represents strength, longevity, immortality, faithfulness, durability, and fertility. You may be entering the healing stages of some situation.

I woke up. I was back in my room. It was all a dream. This only leads me to believe that the Dead Zombie Wife is real. She’ll get me. Someone call the Ghostbusters or the Ghost Whisperer. Get this thing out of my apartment. Could she be real? Could Claudia really be living in my walls? If so, I need to move.