channonyarrow

Someday, I really, really want to find out what it's like to live in a family where people die and stay dead.

Or, to put it another way, my family is looking at plus/minus a week of hell. Because no one in this family can die and finish the job right, at least not women.

This does not mean that my grandmother, who died over the weekend, is suddenly flapping about again, or that she's become a zombie. It simply means that, in my family, people linger.

My great aunt Lee's sister, Blanche, loved cats. Lee hates them. When Blanche died, suddenly, there were, literally, double integers of cats around Lee's house - and the capper was the one who hung off her screen door for a week, yowling at Lee.

Then they all disappeared.

Call it coincidence if you like; my family calls it par for the fucking course. I have precognitive powers, my sisters have their own powers, my mother hers, my niece hers, my brother his - he's the oddball. In my family, it travels in the female line.

But I did not expect that my father's family had it at all. My father is the least intuitive person I've met - he doesn't know when he's getting sick, he rarely knows how he feels emotionally, nothing. He doesn't know his mind and his body. The rest of us do, and I thought it was a trait from my mother's side.

But now my grandmother, my dad's mother, is hanging about making life a fucking mess for everyone. So far, the total is: 1 destroyed transmission; 1 car that ran over a couch, causing about two and a half grand in damage; 1 object that flew up off the freeway and destroyed another tire on my mother's car; 1 freak snow flurry this morning (for me because I hate driving in snow, and at a site with meaning for me, in terms of shitty fucking traffic conditions); 1 leak in the waterbed that has not, in over twenty years, leaked and woken my parents up. Leaked, yes. In fact, this leak was at the site of an old one - the strongest part of a waterbed.

Add to this the normal chaos attendant upon a funeral when the sole occupant of the house dies.

Circumstantial? Sure. I can't prove any of this. I never have been, which is what makes it so annoying.

Coincidental? Doubt it.

I'm going to hire Serbian vampire hunters to stake her.

To add to it all, the little people have gotten my Rammstein CD. I suspect it's in the Matrix Reloaded case which hasn't been seen since about Christmas.

Time to change the locks again.

You think I'm joking? This is merely next in a long series of appearances, disappearances, and misplacements that have taken place over the last two years. I'm starting to think the house is haunted.

I found a Christmas ornament box lid in my closet two weeks ago. No one put it there. We put the ornaments away sans lid in December - I think the lid was in my closet when I moved home in September. It was ALSO on the box when we got it out of the storage. I have no explanation.

A video from Blockbuster went missing. Never seen again.

Approximately fifteen yards of various material (including some I KNOW was in the utility room, where I left it TWO DAYS EARLIER) was found under the stairs. Under a bunch of boxes. Including tax returns from the nineties. No one put it there. No one touches my things anyway, and certainly wouldn't put it there. No explanation.

Tshirts belonging to my brother and his girlfriend disappeared. Found in April, on their bed. They had left in January. No explanation.

A book I've never seen before turned up in my boxed stuff when I moved home. Likeliest explanation is that it wound up there when my parents packed some of my stuff this summer. It is not my book, has never been my book, and it is no one else's either. We had no houseguests who read Foucault (neither do I) for about...oh, fifteen years, at least. No explanation.

A coat, known to have been packed in a suitcase belonging to my brother eventually turned up in a box of sporting goods. No one has played badminton in at least twenty years. No explanation.

A box, shipped to the house and received by my father, known to have been brought into the house and NEVER TO HAVE LEFT turned up in COLORADO. Again, no explanation.

I've lived a long time with a high degree of ESP and precognition and have seen it in all my siblings and my mother (we have different skills, but all paranormal - I do not care if you believe in it or not, I'll tell you about me, the blackberries, and the Green River Killer sometime.) I have no explanation for ANY of this. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened in our neighborhood. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened in our house. We have changed the locks once in the last year.

Clearly it is time to do so again.

ETA - I want a paranoid mood icon too.