#catherinest

My mother and myself moved to a larger, nicer town house on the same street. I don’t have any particular memories of it other than being outside and enjoying the sun. I think my mom was renting from her boss, a woman named Jean. It overlooked a bit of steep cliff on the bottom of which was a brook. There was a walking trail that went around it. I don’t believe there were stairs by the town house when I was small but there would be later. 

I have memories of waking up in bed with my mother when I shared her bed all the time. 

One of them involves me getting up in the morning. Turning. Peeing on the digital radio alarm clock. Getting back in to bed. Sorry mom. 

I have vague memories of the radio. I remember the song Rise Up by Parachute Club. This song came out in 1983 so that lines up timeline wise. Satisfying. 

I don’t remember much of anything about the inside of the 1st apartment. I am rather sure my mother and I shared the same room. I remember sleeping in her room. I think my memories with Apartment 2 are mixed up with apartment 1. 

Apartment 1 always gave me the creeps. My only clear memories of it are the shape at the top of the stairs and another uncomfortable encounter. I remember being in the hall. Upstairs in the big creepy white townhouse. Perhaps I was going to and from the bathroom. I don’t think it was the daytime. I remember feeling lost. Trying to find my way back to my room or my mother. I remember an encounter. Someone talking to me from an open door. I don’t remember a face. It did not scold me like the shape at the top of the stairs but I still remember only a black shape. A shadow like the memory of the person isn’t there (I don’t think I ever really saw them). Did they say something? I don’t think I was just being watched I think there was a small exchange. I was uncomfortable. 

The last thing I can say about apartment 1 I am not even sure of, it may be a dream. As I said my memories of 1 and 2 are confused. 

I remember a spider. A dangling spider. In my memory it is the size of a tarantula. It looked like a scouring pad with legs. I think I cried out. I remember my mother swatting it with a broom and being scared. 

Other than running around and playing in the trees outside (I don’t remember with who) I can’t find any other memories of apartment 1. 

On Catherine St. close to Park st in my childhood town there was a large white town house a little further back from the road than usual. It was surrounded by trees and in my small mind it looked like I lived in a forest. Walking by it now it is, of course, a small patch of thin trees and tall bushes. A forest to a child. 

I lived there with my mother. My parents are no longer together. I remember feeling like I was in the jungle. My memory of the place is hot. Summer. Sticky. 

The house itself was very tall. Even as an adult I found it tall so as a child it was a castle. It was white and the white paint was not fresh. Flecks of black and pieces of it chipped away here and there. 

I thought it looked haunted. I thought it WAS haunted. I have two memories that I think are from different times though they are awfully similar. 

I was outside running around. I don’t remember what level of the town house we lived in. I think I was being loud. Perhaps just being a pest. Someone didn’t like what I was doing. 

I don’t remember if I was summoned (I must have been) but I remember still being outside-ish (maybe at the door) and looking up an impossibly long flight of stairs. It was overcast outside I think. Or maybe just the shelter from the trees. 

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