I believe ... well, I don't believe, I KNOW, there's a poltergeist in my house. But not one of those poltergeists we see in movies...
poltergeists are really lost souls who enjoy annoying the living ones. My poltergeist has no name yet. He has been haunting me for
like, 3 or 4 years now, since I moved to this house. He just teases me, I'm the only one who believes in his existance. He makes my
stuff disappear, and puts them in odd places, like on the top of the wardrobe... sometimes I look for those things for hours, but
then suddenly they appear on the most stupid places, like on my desk, where I looked a thousand times.
Yesterday, he did one of his best. I had just closed the cupboard door, and he broke four glasses at a time. In like, 3 seconds.
I heard the noises and I knew it was him... I was never afraid, 'cause I know he wont do any harm. And now, dont tell me I'm nuts
because I know I'm not. I'm a medium, and I know that since I was little. I see things that dont reflect light, and I hear things
that nobody else hears. I dont want him to stop harassing me, 'cause after all, its funny! Dozens of my friends start shaking if I
mention him. Lots of them have seen what he does... things that fall, things that disappear, things that break with no apparent reason.
Well... maybe it's my mind that does that. I believe in the power of the mind, and I know mine is strong! But I prefer to believe
there's a poltergeist in my house, living on the corridor...a poltergeist that walks behind me and blows on my neck.
