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I think it would be funny if one of the Reds and Blues died Church-style but instead of it being dramatic and sad they come back as a ghost. Not an AI who thinks they're a ghost, just a 100% real genuine ghost.
Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People are Dying by Noor Hindi
Colonizers write about flowers.
I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks
seconds before becoming daisies.
I want to be like those poets who care about the moon.
Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons.
It’s so beautiful, the moon.
They’re so beautiful, the flowers.
I pick flowers for my dead father when I’m sad.
He watches Al Jazeera all day.
I wish Jessica would stop texting me Happy Ramadan.
I know I’m American because when I walk into a room something dies.
Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about sound
When I die, I promise to haunt you forever.
One day, I’ll write about the flowers like we own them.
Ive been struggling with hauntings lately. Usually I dont call my house haunted-- I am used to spirits coming and going, feeling presences, ghosts sitting on the end of my bed or appearing in doorways. As a witch I have my spiritual "wards" set up like a spiderweb around my house-- a vibration of sorts comes ringing across the whole web when something bad gets stuck and denied entry. Its a nice way of ensuring that while my house isnt ghost free (lets be real, I dont think any of us can stop that really), the worst of the worst stay out. Lately tho any activity in the house has felt malicious, the kind of paranormal that is scary and truly uninvited. Bout a month ago I began having the feeling of being watched whenever I was in the house. I was familiar with this kind of ghostly activity, as my childhood home had a few nasty spirits who would stare at you in certain parts of the house. Keep in mind our current appartment is the attic of someones house and is very small-- a living room, kitchen/front entrance, small bathroom and a bedroom. This watched feeling followed me everywhere, but intensified in the small hallway where the little rooms meet. This watched feeling gets worse whenever Im home alone. The feeling is intense, goosebump and hair raising kind of staring going on. It is not the kind of watched that makes you feel cared for, but on edge, as if you were being followed through an alley or watched on the bus by someone creepy. Theres also the chasing feeling. Whenever I pass through this hallway I feel someone chasing or following close behind me. It feels like someone is grabbing at my ankles from the floor, though at times I also feel someone abruptly breathing down my neck.
Theres shadow figures behind doors now, or watching me through mirrors and around corners. There is however two entities which are causing me the most distress...
Ill start with the one that's chasing me. Ive seen her physically twice, but now knowing what she looks like, whenever I have that feeling of being chased/followed I know its her. Both times I saw her it was in the middle of the night when I got up to use the bathroom or feed my cat. Each time, when I felt the "chased/watched" feeling and turned around to make sure no one was there I saw her crouched on the floor about 3 meters away. She starts crouching but quickly swoops even further down until her long hair and pale face are touching the floor. She crawls along the floor towards me, long fingers outstretched to grab my ankles. Its at this point that I can see her face and know it is a wicked thing with inhuman teeth, deep sockets, and an insidious grin. Both times I saw her I ran into the room and shut the door behind me, quickly climbing into bed next to my spouse and tucking in my feet REAL tight under the blankets. So far she has never followed me out of that hallway, or entered the bedroom, but I am terrified one day she will.
The second spirit I first saw in a dream. This happens often to me, I find spirits tend to show themselves to me in my dreams bc my wards are weakest there. When spirits do appear in dreams through my wards they are often the bad ones-- but a swift banishment or command to leave expells them from my dreamspace and home. The night this spirit appeared I awoke in the dream around daybreak to see something floating next to my side of the bed. If I had to pick one thing he looked like more than anything, it would be a Gargoyle. He is a tall spirit, about seven feet, though this could be attributed to how he hovers quite a few inches above the floor. He has a slightly hunched posture and two arms he holds in close to his body, the limbs too long for him to hold them comfortably without his knuckles dragging on the floor. His two wrists are always limp and hands wrap around an object. He has two long elvish ears jutting out horizontally from his face, and while he is humanoid he is strictly non-human, much like the first entity in the hallway. During the dream where I first saw him, I watched him hover in place and stare over a bulbous nose with a small uncomfortable smile on his face. Interestingly enough he never stares at me, but from his height of 7ft he stares straight ahead towards the large window and bookshelf on the opposite side of our bed. I woke up shortly after and he was gone, but now on occasion he appears in the same way in the bedroom, always right next to me on the bed and staring. Unfortunately his appearances are no longer just limited to daybreak and he has started appearing at night as well. I dislike him very much. Last night he appeared in my dream again, holding a long pair of sharp sewing scissors that gleamed in the dim light coming from the window. I watched as he held the scissors with a growing sense of foreboding and fell back "asleep" in the dream. When I "awoke" next the scissors were placed dangerously over my heart along with some pocket lint, dust and dead moths. The spirit was gone but I wailed for hours in my dream in my distress, until i woke up for real this morning.
In that dream one of the altars to my deities had been smashed as well (Aphrodite's). im curious as to why it was just hers, as all my gods altars are on the top of the same dresser, and hers is in the middle so it shouldnt have been the only one to be knocked off. Thats dream logic for you I guess.
It anyone is interested in hearing other ghost stories hmu, I got plenty. Thanks for anyone who read, its been affirming to write this out.
I hope they go away soon. I need to redo my house blessings it seems.
Might do ghost things cuz I found some of my old stuff. No idea where the EMF meter went, but oh well I guess.

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“after i got out of the house, i knew i had to go back for wes. he had been there for many years in my life and i couldn’t leave him behind. if only he had listened to me the first time, we wouldn’t be stuck here now. being dead knowing that he’s in the same house is better than being alive without him. even if we don’t get along all the time.”
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“I came to the manor expecting to get some kind of answer to some weird dreams I had the week after my grandfather died. Felt like something was pulling me back to the manor, and despite Theo telling me not to- I had to go. I should have listened to him, really, but we’re both stuck here now. And it’s my fault.”
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