SoulKiller's Revenge
Aug. 7th, 2004 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzillaSoulKiller knows we're trying to escape.
This morning when Megan went to shower, her warm blend of water went to scalding hot; she leaped out of the shower in time to prevent being scaled. Between my medications and the -truly- screwed up accoustics, I slept through it. When I woke, there was a note for me... and a pile of pieces where Megan had, in her haste to escape being burned, leaped -through- the shower doors. I looked it over, discovered that it was more disassembled than broken, and put it all back together.
I turned to leave the bathroom and tripped over a jug of ammonia cleaner, going head first into the doorframe on the other side of the hall. It wasn't there when I went in; it was in the cabinet under the sink, where it's been for almost two months (it's an oversized 'refill' jug, and hasn't been needed). As I'm laying stunned on the hallway floor, my legs still sprawled into the bathroom, the clock that'd been securely hung on the wall -opposite- from the one I'd hit.... fell on my head.
Great. Once my vision cleared, I wobbled back up to my feet and hung the clock back up. This is a real pain in the ass to do, too; it's mounted on a hook, and you have to get just the exact right angle to get it to engage. I double-checked with a flashlight, noted that it was in fact completely on the hook, tossed the ammonia bottle back into the cabinet and made sure it would stay there, and then wobbled out to my computer.
I've been out here most of the day, watching LimeWire grind away at the stuff I'd found (I discovered after that I could've gotten the files more simply by going to Johnny Crass' Website_. My feet are in kinda rough shape at the moment, so I'm staying of of them when I can. And there I was still, when Megan finally got back from the sewing workshop she had today. As she came in the door, a piece of the trim molding over the door way leaped off the wall and hit her in the head. The door was already -open-, my eyes had focused on her/thedoor ... and -then- it wiggled loose and whacked her. It hit hard enough to stun her, and together we spent twenty minutes gathering up the contents of her sewing bag that'd been strewn across the floor. She trudged back to her room to deposit her gear, and then I heard the bathroom light/fan snap on. A few minutes later, I heard a squawk of protest, and then a thump followed by groan.... on her way out of the bathroom, she'd tripped over the jug of ammonia. Fortunately, she missed the steel doorframe that I'd hit. For those unfamiliar with SoulKiller's layout, it is damned near impossible to get into the bathroom if the doors to the sink cabinet are open... or if something's in the way. Neither Megan nor I am small people, and there's simply no maneuvering room.
*sigh* Maybe I'm just being neurotic. *exhale* Well, I need to go, since company just pulled up out front. Hopefully the house won't try and whack them, too.
This morning when Megan went to shower, her warm blend of water went to scalding hot; she leaped out of the shower in time to prevent being scaled. Between my medications and the -truly- screwed up accoustics, I slept through it. When I woke, there was a note for me... and a pile of pieces where Megan had, in her haste to escape being burned, leaped -through- the shower doors. I looked it over, discovered that it was more disassembled than broken, and put it all back together.
I turned to leave the bathroom and tripped over a jug of ammonia cleaner, going head first into the doorframe on the other side of the hall. It wasn't there when I went in; it was in the cabinet under the sink, where it's been for almost two months (it's an oversized 'refill' jug, and hasn't been needed). As I'm laying stunned on the hallway floor, my legs still sprawled into the bathroom, the clock that'd been securely hung on the wall -opposite- from the one I'd hit.... fell on my head.
Great. Once my vision cleared, I wobbled back up to my feet and hung the clock back up. This is a real pain in the ass to do, too; it's mounted on a hook, and you have to get just the exact right angle to get it to engage. I double-checked with a flashlight, noted that it was in fact completely on the hook, tossed the ammonia bottle back into the cabinet and made sure it would stay there, and then wobbled out to my computer.
I've been out here most of the day, watching LimeWire grind away at the stuff I'd found (I discovered after that I could've gotten the files more simply by going to Johnny Crass' Website_. My feet are in kinda rough shape at the moment, so I'm staying of of them when I can. And there I was still, when Megan finally got back from the sewing workshop she had today. As she came in the door, a piece of the trim molding over the door way leaped off the wall and hit her in the head. The door was already -open-, my eyes had focused on her/thedoor ... and -then- it wiggled loose and whacked her. It hit hard enough to stun her, and together we spent twenty minutes gathering up the contents of her sewing bag that'd been strewn across the floor. She trudged back to her room to deposit her gear, and then I heard the bathroom light/fan snap on. A few minutes later, I heard a squawk of protest, and then a thump followed by groan.... on her way out of the bathroom, she'd tripped over the jug of ammonia. Fortunately, she missed the steel doorframe that I'd hit. For those unfamiliar with SoulKiller's layout, it is damned near impossible to get into the bathroom if the doors to the sink cabinet are open... or if something's in the way. Neither Megan nor I am small people, and there's simply no maneuvering room.
*sigh* Maybe I'm just being neurotic. *exhale* Well, I need to go, since company just pulled up out front. Hopefully the house won't try and whack them, too.
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Date: 2004-08-08 02:41 am (UTC)When you have a chance, relax for a bit and try to calm and clear your mind. While in that peaceful state, picture a color that is soothing to you; something that puts you at ease and makes you feel calm, safe and secure. Now, holding that color in your mind, picture it as a glowing ball in your hand and use that calming energy to trace a line upon each wall in the rooms of your house. Draw the lines and picture the energy spreading like wet paint; flowing along the walls and creating a protective barrier of peaceful energy. Through that warding barrier, no ill may pass and no poltergeist may move things with a harmful intent. Keep that barrier in mind, remember how it was made out of peaceful and calm energies and let them fill you even as you create them to calm and soothe the house itself. It is one thing to misplace a sock now and then and quite another to be throwing things at people. Make certain the poltergeist knows this and that its harmful ways will not be tolerated but that it may inhabit the place with you so long as it is peaceful.
Besides, it should know you've the will to excise it completely if it keeps trying to hurt people; and more than enough of us willing to send you energy to help it along.
*hugs*