Happy Good Friday, everyone! And I certainly hope you are having a good Friday. This was a very long week and I’m happy to see it come to an end. Between the coating of pollen on my car and the property managers of my apartment complex trying to charge me for a month-to-month lease instead of the 12-month lease I signed, I’m beat. Literally beat.

Yesterday when I got home, I was taking off my Chuck Taylors and asking my mother about her day, when she paused mid-sentence and nodded towards something. She asked, “Did you move him?” I looked over and realized she was referring to Jareth, one of my Funko Pop figures. I have a row of Funko Pops on display, and they’re always facing outward. Somehow, Jareth from the movie Labyrinth was moved and was facing the left. I said, “No I haven’t touched them”. Mom said, “Neither have I. So who moved it?” Who, indeed…

I’m going to be honest: sometimes I feel like someone is around me; someone not part of the living world. I’ve had multiple readings with psychics and some have told me my grandmother’s spirit comes around me a lot, especially when I’m writing. Lately I have felt a presence in my apartment and I’ve felt as though someone has been trying to get my attention. I once heard a voice say my name when no one was around. This may sound crazy to people who don’t believe in the paranormal, but to me it’s real.

BTW: Jareth is still facing left. Have a Good Friday, everyone.