Do you ever get letters from funeral homes? You are probably too young, but I know I get all kinds of garbage from funeral homes. They want me to “pre-need” for a funeral or cremation. I kind of wonder how it would be if someone pre-paid and then was buried or cremated alive! The wording can be very stupid at times. Must be they are in a hurry to get rid of me!
Anyway, about demons. I have a stupid thought: here it comes! My telephone rings off the hook. It keeps doing that, but when I go to answer it, there is no one there. Then there is an awful noise if I don’t answer it. A voice keeps saying “If you’d like to make a call, hang up and try again.” The voice will keep saying it over and over again, and then more noise.
I am not saying it is demons, but I notice that while I crave peace and quiet, all hell breaks loose. I can be enjoying a cup of coffee and someone will knock at the door, the dogs will bark, the phone will ring, and that’s when I feel like running away from home. This kind of harassment is really terrible on the nerves. This all happens simultaneously sometimes.
There are not many solutions but one: go somewhere, like to the store, church, or take a walk. These doorbell rings and door knocking bring about a case of the willies. I go out to see who it is. Sometimes it’s a big bruiser who looks unsavory with bad teeth and dirty clothes. They usually want to sell something.
Some guy wanted to sell me some meat! I have no idea where this meat came from. It could have been monster meat for all I know.
Seriously, I wish I had a newborn. I would keep him around for protection. I would let him gurgle over the phone or answer the door. He would probably chase away the weirdos, especially if he needed his diaper changed.
Happy Easter!
