Thanks For That One Mr. Blackwood


Pumpkin Empress-AI

Last weekend I spent my time catching up on my reading. Presently I’m reading a collection of short stories by Algernon Blackwood and I’m almost finished with one called  ” The Wendigo. ”

I’ve come to the part when the Wendigo passes over the sleeping hunters and they react to it’s smell, but they don’t wake up.  That really creeps me out and that’s where I stopped reading for the night. 

This is what happened that night:

It’s been warm and I’ve had the fan on low in my bedroom to move the air around at night to freshen things up a bit.

I was fast asleep when this little puff of air sort of drifted across my face and rested on my cheek and just over my eye and I’ll bet you thought I was going to say I woke up screaming.

HA! I did not.

I woke up thinking to not make a sound- whatever I do- don’t make a sound.

After a few seconds I did. Of course I did.

Ask anyone living within a square mile of me.



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