I was watching YouTube video’s this evening and found one called “15 Creepiest Photobombs Ever Captured on Camera”. Number 2 – Snapchat Spirit came up. The commentator was describing the photo’s origin:
The more I looked at it the more it appeared to be the same face I found on my phone a few months back and posted as “unknown“. While I’m writing this, the sounds of movement are going on in the room behind me. It was perfectly quiet just a few moments ago.
It was nice out today, it’s 80 now at 5:30pm. I don’t have a lot at work to keep me busy so I find things to do other than talk to everyone. The parking lot was empty at one end of the building so I decided to hose out the area of mud and junk from the winter. I have to be careful what goes down the street drain because of the creeks that run behind the building are part of the Parks Department. I tried to drain off the small parts of dirt and leave the larger chunks to pick up later. This was going slow and the running water coming from the hose was hypnotic. I caught myself daydreaming a few times but was brought back to reality by someone standing behind me. Each time I looked there wasn’t anyone and I know there was. I continued working, out of my peripheral I could see someone standing on the walkway going behind the building. I stopped turning to look because I’m sure everyone was watching me outside, they have nothing else to do all day. I’m their entertainment and I didn’t want to seem crazy by looking behind me every few minutes. I finished what I was doing a few hours later. After cleaning up I worked my way towards the community room. Passing the elevator, Mel is getting off. I asked how the grand kids were doing and Mel said, “Who was your friend watching you out there?”
At work we use a service called TeleTime to clock in and out. At the end of the day I was in my car warming it up waiting to clock out. I noticed a movement to my left and there’s this cat. He’s just laying in the cold grass, it was only about 39 degree’s out and you can see spotty snow in the grass behind him. I’ve never seen him around here before. I don’t know if this is normal cat behavior or if something meaningful is attached to it. I just found it strange and something I’ve never seen before.
Sunday morning the Blue Jay was going crazy outside. I looked at the clock and it was 3:20 am. Even being half asleep I thought it was strange the Blue Jay was making that much noise that early in the morning. I started to fall back to sleep. The bed did a slight bump and I waited to see who was near me. I could feel little paws walking at the foot of my bed. Stinky, my old cat, visits me from time to time even though he was put to sleep several years ago. I could feel him between my ankles kneading my leg. He always put his left paw in front of the right one. I could hear his purr. Slowly I turned to look at him, trying not to scare him off. He stared back at me. His purr got louder and deeper as he looked straight into my eyes. I could only see his head down to the top of his front shoulders, everything else was just the light from the T.V. I said, “Hey little buddy, how you been”. He kept kneading and began to lay between my legs. He disappeared into the light and blanket but his purring went on until I fell back to sleep.
After working in the vegetable garden and cleaning up around the edge of the woods, I returned to the patio for a break. Friday was humid from all the rain. I grabbed a 7-Up and sat under the tree out back. The breeze blew through the woods. The cardinal made up for it by yelling louder. The blue Jay let herself be known, swooping from tree to tree. I had the overwhelming feeling I was being watched. Turning to look behind me, there was no one. The entire time it felt like someone close by wanted my attention but there was no one around.
I returned to my senses and decided it was time to get up, break was over. The paranoia that I was being watched still hung heavy around me. The way I had sat the entire time made my foot fall asleep. I had to lean forward and push myself up to get on my feet. Just as I put my hand to the ground, this guy was there. He’s the same frog from the patio chair, or looks the same. I’ve never seen this type of frog before until these two interactions and the tree is only 10’ from the patio chairs. Glad I didn’t smash him. He survived all the snakes I let roam to eat the rodents. They must find him repulsive or toxic.
Curious about frogs and toad and their myths and folklore, I looked around the internet. The following is an excerpt from a site written by George Knowles: “many of these myths and tales portray them as demons, creatures associated with the devil. Some cultures however viewed them in a positive light, and saw them as representative of good fortune, protection, rain and fertility. In some cultures the frog symbolized resurrection and a higher stage of spiritual awakening. In the Rig Veda creation myths of the Hindus, the Great Frog supports the universe and is representative of the matter from which all is created.”
A few months ago I came across an old friend from the town I grew up in. He wanted to talk and I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I gave him my number and address and invited him over for a beer sometime. He called me a few hours ago and said he stopped by Friday evening. I wasn’t home Friday and told him he should have called first. Mark said he drank a beer on my porch and waited a while, I didn’t show up so he left. Now I know how the Bud Light can got there. He mentioned playing with the cats. I told him the little yellow stray showed up when I moved there and never left. He replied, “He keeps your cat company”.
(In junior high school, Mark brought up that I shouldn’t talk about the subject of this blog. It creeped people out and they were talking behind my back. I saw them joking but I didn’t know they made fun of me at that time.)
“I don’t have a cat”, was my answer. Mark said there was a black and white cat in my window. He tapped the screen and the cat stood up, rubbed the window and jumped back inside. He mentioned the cat didn’t have a tail. I told him about Stinky, my old cat. That’s the exact description of him only he was put to sleep 5 years ago. I told Mark to log into my blog. There was a long pause. He said, “I want to read this, I’ll call you back.
Mark called back. He asked me if I ever noticed when we were kids how he would always wait outside for me. And how he kept telling me to stop talking about spooky things. He wanted me to stop because he stood up for me when everyone was laughing, he saw the shadows upstairs. He wanted me to stop talking about it because they made fun of him for it also. Validation is awesome…
I was doing yard work a few days ago. It was around 85° outside. In Ohio we go from 38° to 85° in 24 hours. It was humid for May. I hate it already. Sweaty and exhausted from trimming the hedges and cleaning up debri, the patio looked like a good place to take a break. The shaded furniture and a few bottled waters were my company for the next 20 minutes. The slight breeze helped dry me off as I moved around the chair to expose areas to the wind.
Sliding down in the chair I crossed my legs and closed my eyes. The feeling of someone standing beside me made me open my eyes to look. No one’s there. A few minutes later I swear someone is near me so I sit up and look around. Again, there’s no one around. I felt my body getting stiff just from the short time sitting. Getting up I stretched my back to one side thinking it’ll cure everything. I reached to pull the chair back into the neat magazine-like set up it was displayed as. There in my chair sat a toad. I didn’t see it when I sat down. It doesn’t blend in with chair color. I poked it to see if it was alive. He just blinked and pushed back. I don’t believe It didn’t get smashed while I was thrashing around trying to air myself out. I snapped the picture, I think he smiled for the camera, then put the chair back in. Maybe we’ll meet up again some day.