I remember organizing the rooms, so all the items could be unpacked in the best precise manner as possible.
You know how moves are, they just seem to drain you, causing some of the most detremental stress. Well I feel comfortable in this place. I move about inscribing pentacles, and runes around the windows and mirrors to cover every entrance. Especially the entrances most people forget about. Rich with a pagan background, of an earthly sort. You know the fire element, out of the south. Red and Green are my colors, the wand is my tool. LOL. Well I got into bed, in this new house, and it began. I watched from the bedroom beside my ex-girlfriend who I was in bed with. Across the roof from the kitchen window the shape of a cat trailed along. Voices became vocally present to me, saying shhhh. I wasn’t really in the fear emotion yet, because I feel there is some self control. I rolled over to fall asleep, sort of ignoring the voices. The walls shone with half light from the street. Cars were randomly using its access to continue on with there lives, and then the urge came. I turned to roll over opening my eyes and there it was. This aparition staring me in the face for only micro seconds. I shuddered inside as the heart skipped a beat. I turned back towards the wall to ignore what just happened to fell the pressure of footsteps by my legs on the blankets. Yet noone could be seen. I ignored it long enough to meditate myself into beta wave sleep. Or REM as people know it aswell. I entered this dream state, waking up every hour on the hour in a different part of the house. I opened my eyes with conviction on the third try and was in my bed. I didn’t know what to think, but in this first sleep, on this first night, there was fear. I couldn’t escape it.