Unusual Activity

I am troubled with some events that have occurred. Recently I have experienced some unusual activity in the evening. I have witnessed strange sounds and some strange sights. I realise this is peculiar and highly irregular and therefore I have sort some professional help. I did some research into super natural activity and this lead me to a firm that may give me some explanations. The company is B.M.H. and they have a promotional video which can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsDyEvj_xAc .

I have managed to capture some of the activity I have experienced. The noises and sounds seem to happen in the place I sit and study in the evening. I have captured some of the sounds I have heard and what I believe to be a spirit of some kind from the other side. Of course most people would think this to be very strange and that is the reason I have sought professional opinion. The B.M.H. team will be coming out to investigate the area where I am experiencing these strange events. I am hoping for some comfort and reassurance. I do not know who else to turn to. My father is gone and my Uncle and mother married, this means I no longer trust them and I will not confide in them. I am reluctant to tell friends of my sightings as they may get the wrong opinion. I realise people can be very sceptical and I will tread carefully with this matter. I will keep you updated with events over the next few days.

Me Against The World

It was nice to be around the rest of the family once more, even for a brief visit. Somehow, happiness found itself inside myself and our house. This is exactly what it was like when Dad was around. Heck, he would've even cracked a smile if he was watching. I felt he was there, that's for sure. As time wandered along, it just seem too good to be true.

Indeed, that became the case.

I was right when I saw that pictures of Dad were nowhere to be found. Instead, all of them were replaced by Uncle Claude and that smug look on his face. At that point, my blood began to boil. It didn't help that it was nighttime and my relatives began their long journey home. One by one, that happiness around the house left straight through the door. Then, it happened.

Uncle Claude grabbed the wine glass that is etched forever in my memory. The very same wine glass that Dad used in every family gathering. As Uncle Claude took a sip with Mum by his side, it hit home deep in my gut. It's as if the lid blew off a boiling point. All I remember was screaming from him and me and that horrified look that my Mum gave me. It wasn't my finest moment and her look will stick with me for a long time. I just feel tired from all of this. "Me against the world". I just want to get through to her. If God, or the Universe, is listening, give me a sign.

Anzac Day

Today is Anzac Day and this is a time I associate with my father. I always spent time with my father each year on Anzac Day. He would take me along to the parade and we would remember those who gave so much for us to live in this free country.

It seems my fathers spirit is with me. I have experienced visions of my father in my dreams and also certain strange noises and apparitions. I cannot explain what I have seen but I am considering getting professional help to investigate what is going on. It would be comforting to confirm these mysterious incidents with someone who has experience with such matters.

I know my fathers soul could not rest peacefully knowing that I did inherit his estate and that his brother has married my mother. This would make him furious. My father promised me that after his death all his wealth would go to me when I turned eighteen. Now that my mother has married Uncle Claude this looks impossible as he has claimed his right to my fathers estate. The entire situation is unacceptable and a complete mess. I do not know what to do and how to act. Arguing with my mother and uncle is futile as they only threaten me with eviction. I should be the one evicting them.

My fathers death came as a big shock and was not expected. It seems I was not prepared to deal with events after his death. I feel vulnerable and helpless at the moment and also angry, very very angry.

Grief

I am currently struggling with the loss of my father. This is difficult to deal with in itself but it is made all the more difficult by my mother’s marriage to my Uncle Claude. My late father’s brother!

I cannot come to terms with this. My father’s death has caused me great grief, which I am dealing with, but my uncle marrying my mother is causing me anguish.

I have grown up with my father being the man of the house and after his passing I assumed this role would fall to me.

A Death in The Family

   Here I am.

You should know that I don't usually do this sort of thing, but I need to get something off my chest.

It’s been awhile since I’ve been back here.

My home.

The place that was my comfort. Where I felt secure, shielded from harm by the loving arms of two. The place where I grew up, molded by the most important people of my life. It's true what they say. It's not the specific feature of a place that someone remembers, but rather the memories or emotions that we associate it with. Alas, this place is no different. The dining room was the place where where I bumped my head straight through a chair when I was a little boy. The kitchen was the place that Mum patiently taught me how to cook. Then, there’s

the hallway where Dad and I completed the most "awesome" re-painting job.

That's what engulfs me when I'm here. At home.

Today, something is gone.

Somehow, it is not the same anymore. Even if the "man" of the house shares the same last name as us.

Ever since Dad passed away, a lot has happened. Mum has happily married once more, to Dad's brother, Uncle Claude.

It sickens me that he's now the "king" of the mountain. Can't Mum see through it? What will happen to this house? The house filled with those warm memories? I'll tell you what, Uncle Claude owns it now. Both on paper as well as its soul. I seriously don't know what went through Mum's mind.

To me, it's as if she's buried everything about Dad along with his body in the middle of the local cemetery. He was that loved around here. How can she do this?

To him?

To me?

 Uncle Claude probably had something to do with that, with his constant hissing. Like a snake, slithering, pouncing on its prey. Despite all this, she's still the same person who cared for me, nurtured me. Like Dad. She's still my Mum and I love her every minute of every day. Despite all of this.

Maybe, someday I'll understand.

I hope.