The reality behind appearances when normal becomes paranormal - My Diary

Chapter II

''The fellow plotters''

So, for a long time, I believed that only the present form of existence exists, but now I am much more open to things beyond this world (unfortunately).I don't practice séances or any similar rituals (I naturally pray since I am Catholic). Nowadays, when I hear something I can't find any rational explanation for, I sometimes ask myself, what if? - But I don't panic.As I said, I am rational (at least I think so).I usually manage to find the source of strange noises and scratches, but not 100% of the time (if it weren't for inexplicable things, this story wouldn't exist).Sometimes, I think my imagination is playing tricks on me because, unfortunately, I get so tired that sometimes I don't even know what time it is.Yes, this is the famous micro-sleep - when you don't even realize you fall asleep for a few moments, but it can still be very dangerous, for example, when waiting for the bus and nearly falling under it (yes, it happened).So after I put away the photo album, I continued cleaning.I found quite a few items I didn't even know existed.They were just small things, like a very old coffee grinder, a military knife or dagger, I don't know, and similar items that were usually used back then, assuming one of our ancestors was a soldier.Unfortunately, I also came across things I didn't really want to, like my late great-grandmother's dentures, hearing aid, and carefully stored locks of hair, but I'll talk about their fate later. (the constant negative bad feeling still hasn't gone away, unfortunately).As time went on and I made the apartment more livable according to my expectations, time passed, and one day I adopted a small kitten.It was only a few weeks old, and it also noticed certain phenomena. Instead of the usual playful, adventurous behavior, I noticed signs of fear and terror.Like tail tucking, crouching, and hiding in tight places.This seemed like a bad omen to me, as it is well known that dogs, cats, and children are more open to these energies.Thank God the little kitten has become a real strong young adult and still lives with me today.What I have not been able to figure out to this day is why, during the new moon, when the soothing sounds of nature fall silent, not a cricket or a bird can be heard, when night falls, everything becomes scary. I'm not just talking about the darkness but about the fact that when the neighbors are still bustling, light is flooding from their windows, and I am in a safe place just two steps from the door on the terrace, with a coffee in my hand, then why am I overcome by an elemental fear of something evil, something stronger, something unknown. One such night, it happened that in addition to this atmosphere, it was topped off by hearing my name called in a thin, unfamiliar female voice, trying to lure me into the dark yard.Not a neighbor, not the TV, not family.I tell you, after the second call, I ran into the house as if being chased, and my cat was already hiding under the bed by the time I got in.The next morning, I met a few neighbors, and they said they were definitely not looking for me at that time.This started to become a regular occurrence during the new moon.Sometimes I tried to find the source of the sound with a lamp, phone, or camera, and sometimes I just simply closed the door behind me.My cats (I've adopted a few more since then) usually hide in fear.There are moments when everything is fine, and the usual things trouble a person, like life, work, the garden.There are moments when fleeting black or white smoke-like shadows tear at a person's nerves (they are not dangerous, just annoying). I'll talk more about them later.