I had similar experiences before and during pregnancy.
Not here's the yucky one. It's ok if you think I'm crazy. I'm pretty far past feeling pain from judgment for any length of time.
So.... I walk into my beautiful kitchen. This has happened several times. Different times of day. Different days of the week. The only common denominators are heavily overcast with rain, and only my dog and I are present. My kitchen has light oak cabinets to the ceiling, blue '70's laminate counters, beat up linoleum in a blue and white squares pattern, old porcelain sink, '50's stove vent, pretty trashed ceilings, an awesome new fridge(
), and a valance my mom made over the window to the front yard.
If you made it through the setting...
I walk in and it is covered, literally covered, in partially coagulated blood. Hand prints on the window and walls. Puddles and smears across the counters and floors. Dripping down the cupboards and from the ceiling. It's not on my fridge, microwave, valance, or the new lights my dad put in. At first I chocked it up to an hallucination. I spent some three hours trying to clean before it vanished and only ended up damaging my counters. (No worries they are old and damaged any) Throughout my rather manic cleaning (couldn't let my girl see something like that, no matter how it happened) my little dog stayed right by my feet licking any piece of me he could reach and trying to pull me from the room.
Now when I see it, I turn around and leave. I have a neighbor who lived across the street since before this house was initially finished. He's said the only bad things he knows of happening here are that it was the first house to bring the police to the neighborhood due to the owner being a drug dealer ('67) and the baby that was born without a stomach(who is still alive today).
Any thoughts?
One more thing. I had to put a nightlight in the kitchen because when it is pitch black there is a menacing presence.
Oh, yeah, but I still consider my aura to have permeated the space enough to keep out baddies and keep us safe.
Yes you can call me crazy