April 2008 - Posts
I don't believe in ghosts. I used to, but I don't anymore. However, I do believe there is some yet unexplained freaky shit in the universe, and this is my story.
A bit of context. My pappaw owns 80 acres more or less near Corydon Indiana. My aunts and uncles, and my mother, all own twenty acres a piece of abutting and overlapping property thereto. Many Sundays, we all gather to eat delicious fattening country style food and chat. Today was one of those days (plus I needed iris starts and cow poop which I ended up'd bailing on getting, b/c I'm scared of the cows to whom the poop belongs.)
Anyway, we're all sitting around the table, and my uncle Allen asks around the table if anyone had heard a wierd noise lately. He was not specific other than to say, if we'd heard it, we would know what he was talking about. After we noted the proximity of my mom's four vocal goats, and ruled them out as a source, we asked Allen if he could further define the sound. He said "it sounds like the wind, but more of a howl."
I got goosebumps and I looked at my mom. I said, "I've heard it, it sounds like a whale/train whistle/awful noise."
Allen looked at me and said "That's exactly what it sounded like. When?" (I don't live around there, so how could I've heard it?)
I said "15 years ago, mom and I were asleep up there (pointing at second floor above our head) and some thing that sounded like that came in through the window one night and scared the living shit out of us and then it flew back out the window." No, it was not an owl. There were screens up.
My mom backed me up, b/c she was there. My sister remembers too, but she was not there to discuss. It sounded a lot like the smoke monster from Lost. Now, it could have been a bad dream, but our descriptions of what happened and what that thing looked like matched exactly. To this day, my mom, who can cut a bitch and is tough as nails, cannot sleep with her window open because of it and had to sleep with a light on for six months after the incident.
Allen said "interesting." He's heard this thing twice.
It's probably a goat. On a side note, I do have vivid lucid dreams and wake up screaming and trying to run somewhere, usually when I wake up zule is like "WTF?"
Even though my last paper was not due until next Monday, I put a hurt on it today, and got finished. I am done with everything I have to do to graduate. Now, I just sit back and hope that I did not fail anything.
It feels a little bit like when I used to roller skate, and after I would get done, it felt wierd for a few minutes like walking on the ground gave me vertigo.
Now to find a job!
First, on the trial I watched, my friend Dave did the opening statement. The trial was for a school superintendent charged with four counts of third degree sodomy, which happened thirty years ago. There's no statute of limitations on delayed discovery sexual abuse. My friend Dave started his opening statement by saying: "This is not a story about now, this is a story about her (the victim's) 14 year old mouth on his then 32 year old penis."
Pretty effective, I'd say.
Convicted.
Oh, btw, I'm done with law school after I send off two papers. I feel strangely bereft. I think I'm just one of those people who like having an excuse for not really participating in the real world. For example, for most of my life, I've been preoccupied with children, and school and work. I'm kind of glad to have a break now before I start the bar review.
I sat in on this trial today. Pretty damn interesting.
http://www.whas11.com/education/stories/WHAS11_TOP_Skaggs.25cbcbd.html
So, I went to my yearly physical today. Except in my case, its been four years, b/c I'm lazy and degenerate. I'm in the dog house with my gynecologist for my sedentary, smoking, drinking, stressed out lifestyle. Anyhoo, when the time came for the whole "insert foreign body" into mine, I look and the speculum has a wierd tube on it. So I say "why does it have a tube on it?" And my doctor shows me, its the cord to turn the light on. What light you ask? Why the entire speculum, with its strange beak, is a fiber optic light up speculum. It looked like a glowing duck. I said "hey, that's one of the top ten puppets you won't see on sesame street."
Zule got me early this morning.
My big idea for a prank was to call around from my IRS extention at my internship that shows up on caller id as "US GOVERNMENT" and tell them they'd been randomly audited.
However, since that's probably a federal crime, I didn't.