He Amuses Me 2

Its difficult to know where to begin. An entity is communicating with me in its own little ways. Frequently, it uses the baby moniter making clacking sounds and sounds only made when the antenna is being touched. Quite a few times, I have heard loud cries and make a dash for what turns out to be my sweetly sleeping baby. There aren't any other babies within interference range, and what was most alarming is my other children had not heard a thing, only saw me rush off panicked for no apparent reason. It plays with me, in so many ways, and I suspect its been at it for a long time.

I've read several stories on this site but have not read any experience quite like this one so I decided it was worth sharing anonymously, anyway. I'm sure face to face disclosure would produces only incredulous looks, and zero insight.

I'm careful about bread. After hearing an awful story about bread mold getting into someone's sinus cavity, I'm careful. Perhaps overly, I don't know.

One evening a few months ago, the kids had skimped on the dinner and so I was giving in to their demands for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I had everything out already and pulled out four slices of white bread (wheat isn't quite right for pb&j in their opinion) as usual I examine the bread. It was fine perfectly white and soft. My eldest child took over for herself. So, I had only one sandwich to make. The first slice of bread, I looked at carefully front and back and all along the crust, in my search for any sign of anything. Put the jelly on and placed it on the plate. I now checked the second slice thuroughly. I must say I had already checked all four slices on pulling them from the bag.

There was nothing, I put down the second slice, and picked up the knife (for slicing up the sandwiches in whatever way the kids felt necessary) to get my eldest child's sandwich divided into four triangles.

When I got back to the uncoated slice, I noticed a brown square at the bottom left side of the sandwich, I was dumbfounded. What! I looked closer. A perfectly square portion at the bottom left-hand side of the top bread was clearly brown and porish like the crust of some wheat bread or something, no seeds or rye just brown and porish. I glared at this bread for some time, and decided to tear that portion off, it measured, I would say 3/4 of an inch but was not very thick and did not reach through to the other side of the slice. It felt stiff like it was overly toasted. I thought again and threw out the entire slice. I started over with a fresh slice, checked it thuroughly, put peanut butter on it and slapped it on the bread. I reached over for the knife when I looked back at the sandwich there was this brown spot, completely identical. Identical, in every way. I didn't wish to pay attention to this peculiarity but honestly it freaked me out. I again tore the little square off and looked at it. Almost thought I should keep it, but didn't. I threw it in the trash.

Then, on thinking my child would be eating this blighted bread, decided to throw the slice away, and very carefully made up another slice. My partner came in, I almost shared with him but decided it would be too longwinded. Now with my new slice buttered I put it on the jellied slice, and looked at the sandwich everything was fine.

I turned it over to examine the other side, an identical square, on bottom left side. I gave my partner instructions to dispose of that slice and make up another, because well I don't think I gave him a because. But now I think back on this, and it still makes no sense.

I can no longer doubt a spirit's existance and influence in my life.

Frequently, its just playful, flirty, like the other night when it got the dogs barking which sent my partner out into the night with his flashlight, rid of him, it raced down the road as a curious red light and then came up on the porch, where I leaned against the rail actively suspecting that it was responsible for the red light, and blew in my ear. Unmistakably. It blew in my ear. Which made me laugh, because I'd sensed its presense and had thought about turning my head quickly and saying Boo! But thankfully it hadn't given me time. Thankfully, because frankly I would be at a definite disadvantage in that kind of game with this visible-at-will creature.

Assuming this is one being, it's appeared to me visually as a bright light, a thickening of fog in the shape of a man leaning upon a tree in a flirtatious manner, a fast red light, and brilliant quick flashes that seem to wrinkle and move on the air (I think when he (it) is happy) and I suppose you could say, as perfect squares of unearthly baked flour.

I have more to tell, but have gone on for an eternity already. Thanks for reading, please feel welcome to comment. I'll read them all sooner or later. I seem to be in for the long haul, so to speak.