Paranormal activity is said to not exist. I believe everyone that says that. I have no coherent reason not too. Why would I? The thought of the supernatural roaming the world alongside humans was a thought that couldn't easily be justified. But just because it hadn't been justified didn't stop people believing in such things.
For example: the witch doctor that lived down my street.
Mum had warned me from a young age to not walk to slowly past the dreary old cottage on the junctions of Elm and Greyson road. She'd never given me a reason why. The small, brick house had always had a distant aurora about it. The way the window shades where always drawn and the silence that hung around it's eves always turned me away and I didn't need to be told twice to keep walking.
I didn't want to believe that this house really was "haunted" like all the kids at my local high-school had said. You would've thought that the house, after living in the area my entire life, would become old new.
But surprisingly it didn't.
Even for students in the tenth grade like myself any movement in or arround the house was considered as a fasinating topic. Everyone knew of the house on the corner of Elm and Greyson, even new students that had bearley been in town a week. The continual gossip bored me and I didn't enjoy entertaining such ridiculous accusation.
"She's a witch"
"She wears a turban because of her third eye."
"Aye, I saw it myself!!!"
I guess when kids are bored they make up stories to entertain them. Stories that may hurt certain individuals if ushered into the wrong hands.
My hands weren't interested in such stories and they never will be,
That was until they began to effect me directly,
and they still do
That's why I refuse to engage in the truth.
no one must know
Engaging only makes it worse.
No one must know
Perlucium:
It means translucent in Latin. Language was always something that fascinated me, the way that different languages could change the sound and look of a word. Translucent in English starts with a “T” as we all know. The sound off the tongue is like a living snake, hissing and swishing as it leaves the mouth. However in Latin it’s more of a dignified sound. Like the most important thing in the universe resides in the word.
Some of you reading this may be questioning why I’m talking about words and sounds, reading this may sound a lot like your primary school phonetics class, or your compulsory high school language lessons. But no, it’s a lot more then that.
Perlucium is a life style.
It all started the day I turned sixteen.
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Perlucidum
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