Spooky Moulder!

Just finished watching 'The Omen'... sitting here, by myself, with what I am now convinced is my evil son with '666' on his head, sleeping in his bedroom. Last night I watched the pilot for "Supernatural" by myself... that was great too - starts off with a mother going in to check on her son in his cot and finding a male figure standing over the cot. The mother, believing it is the father, leaves them to it, walks downstairs, only to find her husband asleep infront of the television. She runs back upstairs and is taken by some malevolent force. Excellent. Again, I was sitting here alone when I watched that. When my son began to cry, I shit myself. I had almost convinced myself that I would see some male figure soothing him in his room.

But you need to understand - there have really been weird things that have happened in this house since my son was born. It started right before he was born - I remember I was very, very pregnant.. cranky and hot. I was in bed with Christian, and we were watching T.V. I thought that he was kicking me under the blankets and began to yell at him for touching me - as only a pregnant woman can get away with! He told me I was crazy and ignored me. A short time later we went to sleep, both of us facing outwards. Christian says, 'That's really nice, I like it when you rub my back." Hmmm, but I wasn't touching him, infact, being overdue in my pregnancy, I couldn't be further from him and still remain in the bed! I told him I wasn't touching him, and that's when he realised that I was nowhere near him. He says, "I can feel someone rubbing my back. I can feel the warmth of their hand." He reaches over and -poof- sensation is gone. Obviously, he shits himself.

Not long after that, Ryan arrived (after 50 HOURS of contractions, five minutes apart whilst lying in the hospital!!!! - but that's another story) we get him home. We have no idea what to do with this lump of flesh they call a child. We can barely look after ourselves, and yet, here is this child, in our house, in our care - man, who needs scary movies, folks! I am out on the lounge watching telly. Christian went to bed early with the baby moniter... and here it is, Ryan begins to cry and then Christian hears a female voice through the monitor inside Ryan's room saying, "Shh, it will be alright." But it wasn't me, I was in the lounge room. I know, I know, it sounds far fetched, yet this is the truth.

We have seen people walking through our house, heard bells ringing when we walk through doorways, heard people soothing our son through the baby monitor... and yet the house we live in is 6 years old, and we bought it from the couple that built it.

So now, the question is: Was this house built on some ancient aboriginal burial site... by the way, we have a pool, and I hope that bodies aren't going to start floating to the surface... Or, is our son marked with the sign of Satan. Tomorrow I might shave his head to see if I can find the '666'. In the meantime, there will be no sleep for me... I have officially spooked myself!