As the evenings grow longer and the mornings are shier, I'm left thinking about the years I spent convinced that there was something watching from the shadows, a creepy yet not neccessarily threatening force learking around every corner, scurrying away when I came close. Where did these times go? Why am I now left stranded only in what I can see in flesh and concrete, and what would I need to open my mind up again? I guess in a way I'm saying I want to be as paranoid as young me covering all webcams, turning plushies around, yet still adventuring out late at night to see what I could find. It's not that I don't think there are darker forces out there, it's just that as I've grown older I've been pushed into a more "grown-up" way of thinking.
Me and my older sister used to discuss whether or not we could find the Slenderman in the forest near us, but those kinds of conversations now would either be nostalgic or ironic. Like me, she believes in the paranormal. I feel like a lot of people do believe, whether that be in aliens, ghosts, God or higher (and lower) dimensions, but you'd be hard pressed to find any self respecting adults talking about that day-to-day. That is, with the exception of God — typically folks who believe in God don't like talking about aliens, and folks who believe in aliens for some reason have an aversion to opening up to the idea of a God. It's actually pretty funny.
That's why my goal when I move to the south coast in two weeks for uni is to find my people; people who want to explore everything this and other worlds have to offer. Ghost hunting sounds fun, I wonder if there's a society for that!