The spirits of those trying to find their way have found me and my old trailer. I guess you could say I'm a borderline hoarder, someone who's always been a collector of the strange, the old, and the vessels for lost souls. Some of my items belonged to the spirits who wanted to reconnect with them to feel a sense of when they were alive. So, they visit me in the darkness, some playful and others as serious as it can be. I've been awakened by black floating sheets with no faces, just eyes staring into my soul. They often came within inches of my face, leaving me to wave my arms frantically and try fending them off, then realize I was awake.
What I call the white spirits appear both day and night, usually playful, as they race through my trailer, omitting very soft sounds like a language of their own that I can sometimes understand if only a few words like Its ok, or No fears but always just a couple of words. The one that said my name and then the word Mother, well, that shivered me timbers.
People have asked me if I was afraid of the spirits passing through my trailer, and I said I was not. They are just lost in a world they don't belong to anymore, trying desperately to find their way. My trailer became a stopping place for them to reconnect with an object or a picture, and who knows what else is bringing them back to the life they once lived, if only for a brief moment. I believe the dark spirits don't want me here among their things and try to scare me to get out, but I am not going anywhere. I am the caretaker of the old, the antiques, the strange, and more. And I don't take my job lightly. Bring it, night stalker.
Mike 2924
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