Her Name

Her name is The Wind.

She told me it after I ran outside again. I wanted to hear her voice again. I had some meeting today... did I have a meeting today? Fuck, I did... well screw 'em. Fuck them and fuck their Synergy bullshit and fuck their goddamn corporate portfolios, because I experienced heaven today.

She talked with me a while before she showed me the images. She told me her name. Told me she had plans or some shit. Told me that she was going to come back every day to see me. Her voice changed each word, from a man's voice to a woman's voice, all ages, all accents. The only thing that stayed the same was the pain.

Hang on, let me type this shit down from the recorder.

"Help me..."

"What?"

"Help... pain..."

"Who? You okay?"

"Don't leave me..."

"I ain't gonna leave you! W-where are you...?"

"Over... all over..."

"What's all over?"

"The Wind."

"The Wind? That you?"

"...y-y-yesss..."

"Alrighty... I guess... so... why are you here?"

"Ease... the pain for me... please..."

"What do you mean 'ease the pain'?"

"Need... need... I need..."

"What do you need? Jesus fucking Christ, you make no goddamn sense!"

"All... my plans... all my plans..."

"Wh-"

I was about to ask her more questions when the images began flooding my head. It was better than before. This time, I saw patterns. Intricate patterns that changed, added to them when I thought I saw it all. Shapes I thought were impossible. You know how those fiction Discworld books apparently have four-sided triangles? I don't know how the fuck she did it, but she showed me that. It was like... you ever saw those things with the 3D triangle that overlaps on itself? It's like that... but cooler. Because I could solve it. I could solve it and the more I uncovered the more I was lifted into cloud nine.

I have not felt such a rush in eight years.

But I don't know if I should do it again. When I woke up, it was in the middle of the field. At night. When I came home, my wife had a look of both stern anger and silent worry. She had two ideas in her mind and for the first time in my life, I understood her mind like a box of color-coded crayons. In one side of her brain, she believed that I had been out to have a marital affair or perhaps drink and smoke with the guys. But that was clouded almost completely by the other thought- that maybe I had gone back to my old ways again. Maybe I had found Ray again, had bought my original week's worth, and indulged myself.

I didn't want to indulge myself and I do love my wife, stubborn as she sometimes is. No... not indulge myself with drugs or cheap sex, anyways. No... the images.

I need to see more of the images.

What the Actual Fuck

Okay, so apparently my family wasn't going overboard with everything. But they're right. I'm hearing voices too. I was outside, recording the audio on the little sound device thing, when out of the blue I heard it. A high-pitched woman's giggle. I spun around to try to see if my wife or one of my daughters was doing it. My wife was drinking some coffee in the kitchen and the light was on in my girls' room. My thoughts at that point

Then the images came. They were... they were almost... I don't know how to fucking describe them!  I mean... wow... it was so surreal that it must've been a hallucination or somethin'. But I hadn't had any drugs, and I wasn't suffering from insomnia or the like... but it seemed like some shit that would come out of LCD. Abstract colors and shapes and feelings that seemed to shoot around my eyes and directly hit my brain. Messages that would take paragraphs came in images that flooded my brain. I saw a woman floating through the streets of a small town. The woman was naked, but it was not noticeable or even something I even cared about until it was an afterthought in my mind. It seemed natural, and the woman seemed to be floating along on the breeze.

Then I awoke on the grass, my wife shaking me, tellin' me I've been passed out for two hours on the grass. She feels worried about me, and she asks if there was anything she could do. I told her not to, as politely as I could after feeling angry at the woman for waking me up out of that blissful series of pictures. Goddamn I want to see those pictures again. But that wasn't the reason why. I wanted to hear if the giggle showed up on Audacity.

It didn't. I first thought, 'What the hell!? It sounded so real!' Then I thought that maybe my mind had just conjured it up, maybe it recreated what my family thought they heard so I would hear it too. But it doesn't explain the images. Or why I was passed out...

Radiation? High tension lines? No, no, both of those ideas are fucking stupid.

I don't know what to say guys. Umm... I'll talk more about it later. But goddamn that rush was as good as... as good as...

I'll see y'all later.

Paranormal Strangeness

Fucking Christ, I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

Well, I'm setting up this blog to... "record" paranormal phenomena in our house, I guess. I suppose if I am forced into doing this. My wife is... to be honest... going a little ballistic over a little thing. My kids have apparently heard a voice or something while playing in the back yard. They said they heard a woman giggling. I don't believe them. So my wife went to go check on them. And then she said she heard something calling her "bitch". It may have been the creaking of the shed door or maybe the rustle of the leaves, but I doubt that a voice came out and actually talked to her.

I know I sound a little bit like an asshole, but they're jumping through hoops, making mountains out of molehills, and I believe they went and looked up spirits and demons and that kind of stuff, thinking it would do some good.

So I guess I'll just take a voice recorder, go out there, and record anything I hear. Wish me luck.