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You're Real

Hello ghosties!

I know I haven't been around lately. It wasn't because I forgot about you, quite the opposite really. The strangest thing happened after my last post. I got some likes. Seeing as how this is a dead website, I'm sure you can see my concern. I thought that it was fake, bots that liked my stuff to look human. I tried to ignore it but the doubt ate away at me.

Being the curious person I am I went digging. Thanks to my ADHD, I sort of fell down a rabbit hole looking at other blogs on here. That's when I found it. A memorial for a famous actor that "died" a few months back. The scary thing is, they are still alive. Will and I just watched their latest TV show on HBO a few nights ago. It scared me so much that I closed the browser window and turned my computer off. I refused to touch it for three days. Then, I scrubbed my internet history and did a deep clean of my computer with some programs Will had installed for me. When I checked again, you were still here. You are real and not from my world.

I have no idea what I have done and it scares me. But, I'm still fascinated by this website. Everything is so different! Like, Aang and Katara got together??? There is no Amazing Spider-Man III? Natasha and Hulk got together in the MCU (My Romanogers heart is breaking)? Who the heck is Tom Holland? My mind is spinning. I don't know if this is something I did or if I stumbled upon a website that someone had already spelled. I can't tell anyone about you all. Not the coven, not my sister, not even Will. Besides, I've only gotten like three likes. It's not that many.

I should just close this website and report it to the authorities or to the Circle, yet I find that I don't want to. Being able to speak openly like this for the first time in over a decade is so...liberating. I lost a lot of friends when I married Rick at 18. They didn't approve and thought I was making a mistake. They said he was gr00ming me (definitely don't want to get any attention for words like that). I didn't care then. I know better now. They were right, but the bridges were already burned to ash. I lost almost everyone else that was left after the divorce. They were Rick's friends and told me I was making a mistake. The vampires I understand. They hate each other privately but do an amazing job at keeping a unified front. Dawson, I can understand. Rick has been in his life since he was a kid. They're best friends. He's the godfather of his kids. My mother and Val hurt the worst. I don't talk to Mama much these days. Val's started to come around, but she's a Southern woman through and through and will stand by her man. I can't blame her. It's the way we were raised.

For the first time since I married Rick, I feel happy. I feel like I can be authentic with you. It feels good. I'm going to keep this blog going (at least until a. I get caught or b. I have nothing left to say).

I will leave my next post to you, ghosties, if you would like.

I'm open to either. If this poll doesn't get any attention, I'll probably just ramble on about something else. I'll need the excuse to let my mind wander. I'm home sick in quarantine for a week until I recover from Dragon Scale Fever so I need the distraction while Will is working in the other room (he works IT and is mostly working from home). He's already had it so he's not in any danger but I can't see my mortal relatives or my niblings until the pustules on my arm scab over and my temp dips under 100 degrees (Fahrenheit).

With that no so lovely imagery, I'm afraid it is time for me to go, ghosties. The "dragon scales" are mostly on my right arm so moving it is incredibly painful. Good night and I will talk again with you soon.

~Lis

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Happy Halloween!

Hello, Ghosties. I would apologize for being gone so long but it looks like my thoughts were correct. You don't exist. It's...a comforting thought. I haven't told anyone about this blog. Will knows that I am writing but he doesn't pry. I love him all the more for that. He knows when to push and when to leave me be.

I've been so incredibly busy lately. Halloween is coming up and when the walls between our world and the daemons' are at their thinnest is when I'm the busiest at work. People need charms and potions to keep other worldly pests at bay while some people are in need of "exorcisms" to get the particularly nasty daemons out of their homes and bodies. I don't perform them very often these days, but (not to ring my own bell or anything) I was a bit of a prodigy when I was younger. I'm the one people typically reach out to with questions. This time of year is also when the younger witches try to do something foolish like pulling things from outside realities into our own. Kinda like bringing a racoon into the house but not only is it rabid, but it'll eat your face and your soul.

The werewolf pack usually goes all out this time of year. My brother-in-law is their leader and he loves going all out especially when there is going to be a full moon like this year. My sister takes her kids trick-or-treating but this year my nephew, Teddy, has decided that at fourteen, he is too old for church trunk or treating. After begging and pleading, he's finally worn his mother into letting him watch scary movies on one condition: parental supervision. Since she can't even watch Child's Play with the lights off, make that auntie's-boyfriend supervision.

I used to love this time of year. Rick (my ex-husband) and I would curl up and watch scary old movies like Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Cabin Fever. I loved going out into the woods with my circle and dancing around the bonfire under the stars as we celebrated the spirits and the rebirth of magic. That feels like a lifetime ago. Maybe I should contact Elise and join them this year. Although, showing my favorite and only nephew some of my favorite horror movies with a bucket of popcorn and a party size bag of candy sounds like a better time.

My question to you ghosties, if fourteen too young for Saw or should I stick with something campier instead like Slither or Willy's Wonderland instead?

Happy Hauntings!

~Lis

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What am I even doing?

Um...hi?

God, what am I doing? This is such a bad idea. I can't believe I'm doing this.

Hello. My name is Elisabeth, Lis for short. I am 32 years old and my boyfriend is making me do this. He says I need to make friends. When I told him I have friends, he said that I need to make friends that are real. Just because daemons are from a different plane of reality doesn't mean they aren't real, William! Will's alright. He just worries that I'm becoming too introverted (doesn't want me to become a hermit or worse, a NEET). He thought that writing my thoughts on a blog would be a nice outlet for me. I haven't tried blogging since the Avengers came out.

Remember Avengers? How at the end of the movie Tony almost dies and then Spider-Man saves him from falling to his death! Andrew Garfield is the best Spider-Man...well, Tobey too. Okay, I can't decide between the two actors. I'm getting sidetracked.

Um, what else about me...

I live in the Southern part of the US, down in the Bible Belt. I live with my boyfriend partner, Will. We have been together for 5 years, it's been pretty serious for 3. We started seeing each other about a year after Rick and I got divorced. Rick is a 216 year old bloodsucking mistake I made when I was sixteen. Fuck him. I'm a witch and I work as a potioneer at Wilkeshire's (think big box store with an apothecary and deli department). I like reading, crafting things, summoning daemons, and scary movies.

What else...

So, Google had suggestions for me. Polite, check, concise and authentic...well, shit.

Okay, real talk here. I am either succumbing to mental illness like the rest of the women in my family or I'm in the middle of a 1/8th life crisis? I have all these thoughts in my head and I need to get them out of my mind space before I explode. Literally. A mutual friend of a very dear friend of mine recommended this website. Says it's called a dead website. No one has used it for over a decade. He still says I need to be "careful". Don't want to rip any holes in the fabric of reality. Ha! Imagine that! Crossing over into a different version of reality.

Are you real? Imagine if you were all mortals or something that had no idea about the supernatural. I can't even imagine the legal crap I'd have to deal with after that nightmare.

Okay, this is officially beyond concise or authentic. I do feel better though. So, "ghosties", I shall bid you good night. I have a shape shifter who gets pouty when he's left alone in bed for too long.

Good luck and good night!

~Lis

P.S. On the off-chance that there is anyone here I wouldn't mind chatting. Especially, if it is about geeky things. I guess if you ghosties have any questions, I wouldn't mind answering.