more random shit welcoming me back from school

[potato_head]

I know most of you know about my thing-that-is-in-my-room/closet from ontdcreepy posts but if you don't...it is a...thing that lives in my closet and keeps my stuff safe and will retrieve/locate lost objects if asked, as long as they're uh...upstairs I think is its range. And it tends to attack people in my room that it doesn't like. It gave my brother a nosebleed last time he slept in my room xD

Anyways I have finally figured out a shorter term for it, it is my Closet Keeper 6 u 9

And this just happened, so I thought y'all might appreciate the share...this morning Tripper (the dog) came upstairs to sleep with me once everybody else had gone to school/work. He brought a ball upstairs with him because...he's a lab, if there is a ball he will carry it everywhere forever until someone throws it for him or he loses it. Usually the second. So he brought the ball upstairs and was laying on the bed with me and I petted him for a bit...he dropped the ball (of course) and it rolled under dad's desk, which is against the same wall as the closet (my closet is a walk-in with two entrances - it runs the entire length of one wall of the room, with doors on either side of the room).

So Tripper jumps up off the bed like a lunging mad animal to go get the ball he dropped. He goes under the desk...backs up, sniffs in the waste basket next to the desk instead with his 'I'm being a polite dog' body language; basically, the way he would sniff at something on the ground if we ran across another dog on a walk and he was interacting politely. He came back to my bed, sans ball. I figured it was stuck under part of the desk he couldn't get to or something.

So about a half hour ago mom says she wants to go play fetch with him in the yard; I say he left a ball in my room and go upstairs to get it. Tripper follows me, galumphing around like a madman because he heard the word 'ball' come out of my lips, and starts tearing around the room in his excitement. I go over to check under the desk...no ball??? I ask Tripper where the ball is. He is of no help and grabs one of my plushies in his excitement. I check my bed, then realize - balls roll; Closet Keeper tends to keep objects somewhere if they can get away on their own. So I ask if it knows where the ball is.

I got a nonverbal 'yes', and suddenly Tripper is scrambling past/under me to get under the desk, and emerges with...the lost ball! YAY

(I guess I should specify also that of course I thank my Closet Keeper whenever it retrieves something for me; and also that it is NOT a colony of house faeries/brownies/whatever one would like to call them. I'm not sure what it is, but it's a single entity, usually about 4ft high, but occasionally taller for reasons I do not understand...which is one of the reasons I think it definitely isn't any sort of faerie, I've never known them to change size. TBH my strongest suspicion is that it's a thoughtform that occurred as a result of my protectiveness of my physical possessions and my personal space...I've been in that room for a rather long time)

Comments

[pwalkeri.livejournal.com]

Wow, I don't think I've heard of this closet keeper before!! I am intrigued :D

I can never decide if I really believe in this stuff or not, but then I get so pulled into experiences like this and am all "haters to the left".

Do you see it? Does it talk to you? TELL ME MORE TELL ME MORE LIKE DOES HE HAVE A CAR??? lol

[poto-heart.livejournal.com]

I haaave seen it a few times in the past (one notable occasion in which I opened the closet door and IT WAS RIGHT THERE, which got pretty much the strongest adrenaline reaction possible out of me, which involves turning around and walking quietly downstairs to have a mini panic attack). It is...I would say 'a bit dead-looking' but not especially horrifying to look at lol.

It talks to me a lot more often, we have conversations at night sometimes; not always in explicit words, a lot of times I get emotions from it instead, or I can feel when it's really interested or curious about something I'm doing (like when I'm skyping, lmfao, it is very curious about me talking to my computer). It tends to speak most articulately if it's telling me where something is, like the time I was trying to find a bin of my fabric and it informed me it was in Paige's room. (I didn't believe it, and looked everywhere else first...of course it was right)

It also makes sounds - mostly footsteps - if you're outside the room it sounds like the footsteps are inside the room, but if you're actually in my room, it can sound like the footsteps are coming from anywhere in the house. Which was creepy at one time, especially when I was home alone in the house, but these days, more reassuring TBH.

SUMMER LOVIN', HAD ME A BLAST
SUMMER LOVIN', HAPPENED SO FAST

I love that song way out of proportion to how much I actually love the rest of Grease...

[pwalkeri.livejournal.com]

Mannnnn!! I think that would freak me the fuck out, too! D: Have you found anybody else that has similar experiences, or gotten any ideas of origin from it?

I can relate to conversations via emotional transference, because that's similar to how some of my system communicates. Also, that is adorbs that it wants to know more about Skype hahaha ♥

Oo, yeah I can imagine that would be creepy. Is it just pacing in your closet, or do you know why it's making that noise?

MET A GIRL, CRAZY FOR MEEEE
MET A BOY, CUTE AS CAN BE

It's such a creeptastic song, but it's what came to mind xD

[darkangel-wings.livejournal.com]

That's absolutely fascinating. :O And I'm pretty jealous.

(Unless I once had one too, and that's responsible for the "black holes" I used to think I had in my house... where I'd lose something somewhere else only to have it turn up in an obvious place like on my bed. But then I moved and that stopped happening.)

[braindeadrana.livejournal.com]

Interesting! We used to have faeries/spirits of some sort at my childhood house, they would filch things but if you asked/demanded them back, they would usually show up in an obvious spot. Like under the piece of paper you just lifted to check, or on the counter- somewhere it would be quickly noticed. Some things never returned, especially from my room when I was a little kid- I lost a library book, a very special to me toy, and many other smaller trinkets that were never seen again. When I switched rooms the black-hole effect diminished greatly.

I don't think there are any either in my mom's apartment now or my dorm, but it's so ingrained in me to ask for things to show up again that I nearly always do when things go missing.

[jensi08.livejournal.com]

I think I want a closet keeper!! How helpful. :)