This is the first time I have blogged– notice my virgin technique and forgive.

I should tell you that this house I just moved into is haunted. Which is why I can’t stay here all the time and must go to my sister’s, as the geography of my relationship leaves me with a lot of alone time.

Sometimes the house makes these incredible noises (banging, creaking, groaning, etc)– all the things you’d expect from an old house. But there are also creepy sounds, like shuffling feet, and once I swore I heard someone rustling around in the unpacked boxes, the clanging metal of a dismembered wine rack, etc. Very specific sounds to the materials in the rooms the sounds were coming from. There have been only 3 owners since 1906– the last owner’s husband died while he lived here and I don’t know anymore about the history than that. But after last week, I am going to find out.

There are servant’s quarters at the other end of the house, and from the bedroom, I always hear noises coming from this one particular room. It is called the “midget room” because of its low ceilings and 2 small windows. It was the previous owner’s husband’s office and probably a maid’s bedroom before that. Currently it is a repository for excess unpacked boxes due to the non-function of the space.

I can never sleep a full, uninterrupted night of sleep because of all the sounds and one night last week was no exception. I kept getting really hot then really cold, and at one point I woke up to an intense feeling of someone’s hands on my face– one on my face and one on my neck and I told whatever force it was to feel free to roam and use my make-up but please please don’t touch me. (I talk to them all the time– there is good energy, nothing menacing or mean so I am not really bothered). I woke up this morning and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the thing that touched me was a teenage girl named Julia. Or Jane. But I think it’s Julia.

And she wanted…cosmetics.

There is a man downstairs and he rushes around sometimes and makes the bigger noises and I think he is around all the time. And then there is Julia in the midget room on the 2nd floor and she is more shy and dainty and only comes out at night. She is behind the tapping. I talk in my head (at first to calm my fears at night) saying it’s ok I don’t want to infringe on anyone, etc. (how f*cking ridiculous am I…). Then I hear the tapping, usually around the same time at night. The tapping stops and resumes right in the doorway, always and last week was the first time I welcomed her in. Once I did, the tapping was right there in the bedroom. Mostly I only have to say “ok, I need some sleep now” for the tapping to stop. But when she touched me I felt like it was a f*cking jolt of electricity. And I instantly made the make-up comment– like she wanted to try my things but wanted to ask first.

F*cking strange. I felt so weird ever since. I know it sounds ridiculous. It feels ridiculous to write about it. I don’t believe in ghosts, but christ on the cross spend a night in this house and tell me otherwise.