Do you believe in ghosts? I think my Inari Okami figurine is haunted… Okay, maybe it isn’t, but something weird is definitely going on. When I woke up, it had fallen off the nightstand and onto the carpet.
I didn’t think it was that strange at first. After all, I could have been moving back and forth too much while I was sleeping. When I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, it was on the ground, so I picked it up and put it back on the nightstand. But when I came back from the bathroom, it was on the floor again!
My first thought was “Probably mice, right?” but then I remembered that we didn’t live in the city anymore. Besides, there’s no mouse droppings or evidence that we even had rodents or cockroaches. I didn’t feel any earthquake, not that I’ve ever experienced an earthquake in Maryland before. There was no wind, but even if there was a breeze, it wouldn’t be strong enough to blow over that heavy plaster statuette.
Sure, you might just think that I’m exaggerating… Well, actually, you wouldn’t, because I’m the only one who ever reads these stupid diary entries. Wait, why am I trying to convince myself then?! No, I guess it’s because I don’t know what to believe. I’ve never been superstitious. My brother always used to tell me that all fictional stories are based in historical fact, but ghosts can’t be real, right?
“Azra, is that you?” Yeah, I said that, but there was no answer. He believed in reincarnation, so he probably wouldn’t haunt me, even if it was my fault that he died so pointlessly…
If it was really my brother, I wouldn’t be so freaked out, but if it’s someone or ‘something’ else, then maybe they’re trying to posses me? Is that even possible? Ugh, I think I just need to get some sleep and stop worrying about this kind of creepy stuff.
On a less disturbing note, I actually did some exercise for once! I’m still a fatty, but at least I ‘feel’ like I might be getting in shape, possibly? Although I didn’t lose any weight, I do look a little thinner, kinda. I walked from my house, down the tiny dirt road in between the corn field, until I reached the highway on the other side.
My legs still feel like they’re on fire… In case you’re bad at math, which I am, I’ll just remind you that it’s eleven miles. Yep, probably not the best decision I ever made. I was regretting it after about twenty minutes, but I had already made it so far, I didn’t want to give up! It’s a good thing that I brought my phone, ‘cause I collapsed once I made it to the highway. Dad had to drive over and pick me up. No, my scrawny little father couldn’t lift my two-hundred and twenty pound body into the car! But Mom was there, so it was all good.