Everyday Paranormal And How To Deal With It

In Which, Everything Goes Wonderfully Wrong

I don't know how life seemed to get like this, one day I was a normal woman with everyday problems, the next thing I know I was thrust into a world unlike another, a world that was hidden within our own, that every once and a while would seem to seep out through the cracks, stealing one of us into it mysteries and wonders. This all started what? Three years ago? The first time I experienced something paranormal if you could label it that. I remember it clearly, I mean, there is no way forgetting it, it's practically imprinted in my mind, couldn't get rid of it if I wanted too. I was stuck with these memories and somehow inquired friends, I was pushed into this odd line of work and lifestyle. It seemed like faith or destiny for all corniness of it all. My story begins with a sleepless, moonless, unhappy night, a night that my world has unironically flipped upside down.

Another long day had finally come and gone. I was nothing more than a waitress at the time, working at some shitty restaurant in the middle of fucktown nowhere those days, I doubt must have changed, I've never gone back to check. Luck had run out as I escaped the busy streets of New York to give the calm countryside, a change in scenery that I ended up hating and regretting that I had left the rat-infested streets of the big apple. I hated it all, men of all ages and ranges of ugly trying to flirt, rude ass woman that asked stupid questions about everything and anything, children that sat there screaming or throwing food, everything was just horrible, but it paid the bills. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary that day, noodles in a cup for dinner, shower and bed, the normal cycle that would only repeat itself with waking up, possible late for work and having to rush out the door for another miserable day, a cycle that seemed to be on an endless loop. Never a day off, I didn't really get paid that much and people did want to part with their money for a decent tip.

The night air was hot and humid, I let my self suffer through it as air conditioning was money and money was tight at the moment. I tossed and turned into the night, feeling uneasy, exhausted for the long hours of the day, watching the red numbers of my alarm clock tick away, watching the amount of sleep I should be getting slowly float away into nonexistence. The clock ticked 2:23, the crickets played their soft quiet melodies and a late night storm cracked in the distance. I shifted once again, going to pull the blankets off myself, trying to see if another position would help me drift off when I felt odd. The sort of feeling that you would get when someone was watching you. I easily dismissed it, stretching my foot out as I moved, stopping quickly as my hands gripped the sheets. There was a dip within my bed, which didn't make sense. Sure, the bed was old and had dips in it, to begin with, this was not one of those regular dips. It was one that could only be caused by the weight of a person sitting down. A shiver ran down my back, the feel of uneasiness and fear had seemed to start pooling inside of my stomach as I laid still. I didn't own pets. I didn't have a roommate or heaven forbid children, I lived alone. I'm not really a people person to begin with.

Someone was in my apartment and the worse immediately ran wildly through my head, they were going to either kill me or kidnap me and the latter I didn't want to even think or imagine. My body became stiff, not wanting to move or alert whoever was sitting there that I was awake or noticed their presence. The sound of my heart hammered within my skull as it picked up speed, my hand was the only thing that gently glided underneath my pillow, locating my only means of a weapon. It was nothing more than a hunting knife that I had found within the woods when I decided to give hiking a try. A little shady, but free stuff is still free stuff. Not to mention it looked cool. I wasn't stupid, I knew stuff happens all the time, and I will rather be prepared the best I could with what I could. I quickly moved, hand gripping tightly onto the rough wooden handle to the point that I could no longer feel the tips of my fingers. The blade was drawn out as I sat up quickly and pointed at the intruder, eyes slowly adjusting to the inky darkness of the night, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I tried to stay calm and witty about whatever may happen next. My mind somewhat still fuzzy and eyes deciding that was a good time to not work as I sat there, body trembling on its own. The sound of my heart getting louder and hammering within my chest.