Aldo is not here
He lost his mind
Aldo used to write stories. What might have happened? Possibly WiFi affected his brain.
It is as if Aldo disappeared. Not as if. Aldo did disappear. And now there is a void. It actually was much easier to write on an old computer and I suppose that is why Aldo gave up and slinked away.
He used to write when he lived in a haunted place. Yes. That is why. The haunted place is probably about 50 miles away now. No spirits here. No Aldo. No stories.
So many years went by and stories seirots dna yb tnew sraey ynam os flipped inside out in such a way that they haven’t been able to make sense. They are trapped.
The challenge now is to try to push the stories out. Aldo is not here and most likely never will be. The realization hit me like a crow slamming into my head. Just now. I never could write. It really was never me. All those odd experiences really were the doings of ghosts.
I’ll try to remember the real ghost experiences before the memories are gone. The fly experience in the Aldo place was the most unbelievable. The little girl in white during childhood was a good one. The sound of the front door opening and closing before anyone came in. Dreaming the Shakespeare quotes the night before someone on stage repeated them. Now clear memories are fading. Dreaming of two relatives at their kitchen table before one passed. Many many…
Many odd things happened years ago. I don’t live there anymore so nothing unusual happens since moving away. I was told I was a nut so I began being quiet about my stories.
One out of many examples : after my dog was killed, flies with light brown fur began flying out of the kitchen cupboard. They could sit on my finger and when taking them to the garden, they wouldn’t leave. I’d bring them back inside and made a little space for them with leaves and water. I’d find them walking around going to the place where my dog used to eat.
A few days later a huge black fly came out of nowhere loudly buzzing, and flew down my blouse biting me between my breasts. I was in shock but got him out and took him to the garden putting him on the ground. The next day he was still sitting there. I was in disbelief, but could put him on my finger and bring him back inside to rest on the windowsill.
I kept the flies as pets for a while but now I can’t remember for how long or how the story ended. True story. One of many that I tried to forget. That happened about 12 years ago… and when I first moved into that place 10 years previously I was greeted by a fly that would sit on my finger. I thought it was cute.
So much time has passed since coming back to this Word rant. Only here because the Word subscription is up for renewal. I don’t use it and was going to cancel, but now this Aldo thing is here. I miss the old typewriter and then the old computer. The new stuff irritates me. And why is there a Word subscription? I used to just sit at a computer using Word. I’m tired of it all.
A bee stung me on my belly about a week or so ago. He was in my pants. Since then I’ve had awful fatigue and random pinprick pain sporadically all over my body, but mostly on my head. I’m too tired.
