The Illusion-Work of Fiction

The illusion was very real. I was alone on a dark, chilling fall night. I was in my apartment then.. I've been there six months. My apartment was a homey little place right on the edge of town. It had off street parking and seeing as I had difficulty parallel parking, that was just fine. My aparment shared a building with seven other apartments.

All was fine in my dwelling. However, after a month what was fine, was anything but. My typical day was quite a mundane one at that. I'd wake early, shower, dress and head off to work. I think I was the only one in my building to work because their vehicles never really moved. After work ceased after eight to ten hours, I'd go home again to eat and catch some z's.  Occasionally I watched a movie.

I only watched horror movies, and anything with lots of action or lots of blood and gore. That was just how I was. At first I thought the movies were getting to me and what I saw wasn't real but when I had company over, others saw it too.

 

The "it" I am referring to was actually several different things. All my walls were white, and I was hardly the type to do anything to tarnish their medicinal color. One time I was warming up some dinner in my microwave when it appeared that I had blue streaks just running from my walls. I bleached them away with Mr. Clean magic erasers but they reappeared the next night. A few nights later I came home to what appeared to be blood running down my bedroom door frame. What ever it was, never fully went away. Brand new carpet, that was never abused, started to come up all over.  The stinging smell of fresh paint as it enters your nostrils and flows down your throat was ever present, despite the frequent burning of scented candles, cooking, cleaning, etc. The sickening smell always returned.

 

Nothing ever kept the smell from returning or the blue and red running down the walls in different parts of the apartment. There was always an in flow of insects and arachnids at different times of the year. The only thing that killed those suckers is a squashing. I tried the bug sprays and various insecticides. The landlord even sprayed for them but they just kept on running, much like the energizer bunny. Despite all of this, this wasn't the icing on the cake.

 

Since I moved to the area, I have had nothing but bad luck. It hasn't been entirely bad, but enough to question it. Sometimes I wonder if I've done the right things, living in the vortex that I do. Sometimes I think I'm crazy. Others call it hypersensitive. Maybe I am just 'hypersensitive' to aspects of the spiritual realm. The hypersensitive person is more in-tune and sensitive to the spiritual and psychic aspects whereas most people are not.

 

We are all sinners- I don't care how 'good' you try to be, how much you repent and ask forgiveness, we are in a constant state of perpetual sin. There is not one person on earth that can say they have not had at least one sinful thought a day. It does not matter how good of a Christian you are or say you are. Sin is all the license a spirit/demon needs to take possession. Of course, just because you have a sinful thought does not imply you'll become possessed. All it implies is that sin is 'a' doorway.

 

When a person is hypersensitive they are even MORE susceptible than the average person to possession. I believe that most hypersensitives realize that they ARE hypersensitive which helps. If a person, especially a young person, who does not actually know what is going on and is confused with what they're experiencing because they don't understand hypersensitivity, it will be a very vulnerable situation that they get themselves into. Also, when a person is experiencing a stressful/emotional period, such as a death of a loved one, a relocation, fear, sadness, depression, anxiety, or mental illness a person is more vulnerable to possession.

So yes, maybe, just maybe, I was born different. What I feel inside me when I am in my apartment is sometimes overpowering. I am not alone in this world, at least not in the confines of my apartment. There is a surreal amount of supernatural energy there.