May. 11th, 2017

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So apparently, either our ghost or the fairies don't like my brother's friend.

There is quite a lot of background where the fairies are concerned, and I do not have the patience to type that all out right now, so I'm going to direct you to this video that I posted around a year ago (the editing and quality is quite terrible, as this was before I figured out how to edit). I may type everything out in the future, but for now I'm just going to say that my mom has fairies and if you want any more information than that, you'll have to watch the video.

Okay, so anyway, we have been fighting with the smoke alarms all night.

That's not paranormal in itself, but just keep listening.

We're going to call my brother's friend "Hyper" for the sake of this story. My mom already doesn't like Hyper very much, mostly because a). the dogs don't like him and b). he keeps ignoring my mom's ground rules, which is basically just to stay out of my brother's weed (he smokes it to help control his mental illness) and to stay out of my brother's cigarettes. Which so far, Hyper has ignored each time he's come over. My brother's pot stash has dwindled, and there's a giant cloud of cigarette smoke that rolls out of my brother's room like a foggy night each time my mom opens my brother's door.

The fairies have a tendency to... get involved when there are stressors present that they don't like. They continuously bothered my brother for almost two months before his inevitable breakup with his girlfriend, and then there was the whole Doug disaster (explained in the video), but otherwise they tend to stay quiet. I might catch a glimpse of one darting up a wall (they tend to appear as black shadowy masses about the size of a rat) every so often, but otherwise I don't see very much of them. Which I am more than okay with, considering I still find them just as terrifying as ghosts.

I actually have a Scary Fairy story, but I'll post that at a later date.

The fairies tend to be very disruptive when there are things going on around the house that they, or my mom, do not like.

Things such as knocking on walls.

Harassing the animals.

...setting off smoke alarms.

The smoke alarms went off for the first time around 4am.

We have three of them; one in the kitchen, one in the hall, and one in front of my brother's bedroom door. The smoke alarms in the hall and in front of my brother's bedroom door were blaring, which of course woke my mom up, and I came out to see why they were screaming in the middle of the night; I figured it was probably my brother cooking something in the middle of the night, as he has a tendency to set off the smoke alarm in the kitchen when he does so.

My brother opens his door, and out rolls a cloud of cigarette smoke. We figure that's the culprit, my mom threatens Hyper's life if he lights up one more cigarette in the house, we silence the alarm, and she goes back to bed.

I figured that was the end of it. A one time fluke.

It wasn't.

This morning, Hyper gets up to get ready to leave. And what happens? You guessed it, the smoke alarms start blaring.

Open my brother's door?


No cigarette smoke. Or any other kind of smoke. There is nothing in the house on fire (I checked) and the batteries aren't dead, because smoke alarm batteries do not scream their fucking heads off when they're dead, nor would waving away the "smoke" silence them either.

Hyper leaves, and the alarms will not stop blaring.

We removed the batteries, because what else are we supposed to do, and I'm taking this as a sign that there is something going on that the fairies don't like.

Because fuck if my life can't be normal.


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