Ghosts On Complex

A very skippable intro.

Growing up I had no problem walking around my home alone at night, even in the dark absolutely alone, the only thing that really scared me was burglars, we had strange activity there growing up as well but it was always still a warm and open place. I had even watched hundreds of ghost shows in the basement alone in the pitch black as a child. They fascinated me. The flashing white anomalies lighting up my unmoving face. I was intrigued to say the least, especially when I started hearing shampoo bottles and drawers being opened behind the shut door of our basement bathroom. It was around the time they were remodeling, the basement and we found a beer can in the wall. The reconstruction had to have been exciting a spirit right? That's what I learned from all the haunting shows.

My later teenage years of an interest of more dark spirited research sent me into a frenzy fear as I learned about things like demons and possessions. I grasped the horror genre in my grip and refused to let it go. From zombies to skeletons my obsession with the after life grew deeper and darker, my adolescence changed my mind. A new thing came about as exploding head syndrome, I hallucinated loud noises in my head. Sometimes it was radio chatter other times it was gun shots, always in the middle of my sleep. But the scariest ones were the ghosts I was seeing in my sleep, they screamed in my ears and they'd stomp on the floor above my head. It was causing a fearful sweat and I started needing to wear mouth guards from the stress of my sleep. You can blame it on my obsession with The Walking Dead or even Zak Bagan, but nothing will change my mind about the multiple things I witnessed as a child, when you get older you become more observant. The frenzy of fear that struck sent me on a mission to protect myself and my family. I salted the entrances to my room to keep out dark energy. As you can guess that was something I learned through horror movie research. Taping it above the windows and doorway so my mother and father couldn't see. Collecting multiple charms such as prayer medallions and crosses, I started praying for my protection. It was all working well for years, the only ghosts in my life were the ones from other people's story's, but it wouldn't protect me into my adult years.

I wanted to move out of my parents home by twenty, the wakonda was perfect in my eyes. A pool for the summer, several friends and of course the boyfriend resided there, and they allowed animals. It was on the nicer side of our large capital city, as nice as the south side gets really. When we found out that they used to be army barracks we were even more excited to jump into a lease, we both loved history, and it was so amazing to be living where history happened. At this point it was the only thing I really knew of our little studio apartment, I was about to find out a bit more.