We're not professionals, please, don't try this at home.
Prefacing this on a personal note, I've always been able to sense when something out of the ordinary is around. I can't explain how, but it's not a subject normally on my mind.
In all honesty, I don't like to think about it, don't like it one bit and certainly didn't ask for it.
I was told once that god only deals you the cards you can handle, by that logic, I must really be one brave chickenshit.
This tale starts a few months after we moved here. On several occasions I noticed that I felt very uncomfortable in the laundry room, which is a mere stones throw from our house.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it at first, just a general uneasiness I felt when there, in particular, at night and when I was alone.
A few months ago I had a basket of clothes in my hands, shut out all the lights and walked to the front door of the laundry/storage facility. I turned the lock to get out and it wouldn't budge, it was at that point it hit like a ton of bricks me that I was not alone in there.
Two things came to mind:
First, the cheese done slid off my cracker, as the building was built back in the 90's. There really should not be this type of thing going on, at least logically.
Second, I was scared to death, and ran for the light switch in the laundry room. I was so freaked out I couldn't find the one by the door that I couldn't get unlocked in the first place.
I somehow managed to get the light on, and the door unlocked, then proceeded to run the hell out of there.
When I get in the house I thought about saying something to Octo about it, but after regaining my composure and came to the realization that it's just a damn laundry built back in the 90's, I brushed it off and said nothing. Would you?
I attributed the experience to my own imagination, though I really have never had the ability to induce white knuckle fear in myself, even from my warped imagination. After that I never really gave it another thought.
Until last night.
I was hanging laundry on a clothesline in a “drying room” and thought I heard someone in the building with me. It's a public building, nothing unusual.
I thought nothing about it and then after a short while came to realize I was alone.
I couldn't explain why I thought I hear someone shuffling about in the next room.
The uneasy feeling came over me again, and suddenly I felt as if there were someone standing behind me.
Staring at me.
As I continued to hang the clothes I felt like it was coming closer, when my back was turned it sounded as if I heard something breathing, or a similar out of place sound, but breathing is as close as I can get.
I spun around, and of course, nothing was there.
When I came into the house, I said to Octo, “I know this is going to sound a little strange, and I feel like and idiot for even saying anything, but have you ever felt anything out of the ordinary in the laundry?”
Before I could even elaborate on exactly what I meant She replied “oh my god, yes!!”
I felt a wee bit more warm and fuzzy about my sanity at that point.