Hand...

Last night I got the feel of someone standing behind me after I pulled up the cover.
They lent over me, reached out there hand and started to touch the back of my head. There was a strange tingle where their fingers were.
It seemed like it went on for a while. All I did was squeeze the bed sheet and slightly wonder why anyone would want to touch my head.

When it finally stopped I felt something pass through me and out the room. When it passed through me it just felt like intense black nothingness . . .  I dunno how else to describe it.
I guess it was like closing your eyes in the rapids at a swimming pool and letting yourself drift.

Each Night.. Strage Night & The Distant Voice

Since Poppy went away, when i go to bed I hear her sometimes.
Last night I watched  as Daisy ran around her cage playing with something. She would dart from one side to the other and tumble around, just like she did when they used to play together.
Plus every now and then i would see something move in the cage, first thought is that it is Daisy, but then she would move and she would be on the opposite side of the random movement I saw.

I also could hear someone talking to me, but they sounded so far away that I could barely make out what they were saying.
The only bit I managed to hear was when I started thinking to my self if Poppy was in the cage with Daisy and they said to me "She's there"
I tried asking questions like "why is she still here?" but they were so quiet that I couldn't make out a thing. In the end I had to tell them that I just couldn't hear them. 

I'm sure there will be more happening tonight, and maybe even for a while.

Sad Sunday

On Sunday night sadly Poppy passed away. 
While I sat there on the bed crying and thinking that maybe there was something more I could of done, I heard the little noises she used to make.

She had been very ill for a while and would go up & down alot in health.

I looked at the cage and nothing was there, her sister was running around on the bed. I turned back at her little body and the thoughts slowly creeped back in there.  
once again I heard the noises. I looked around again and listened to see if it was coming from outside, but ever time I did this it would stop. I even got up once to listen outside.

The noise happened less and even stopped once I sopped thinking that i could of done more.  
I wonder if that was her way of telling me not to think like that because I did all I could..? 
I hope that's true.

Distant voice

Few nights ago I went to bed feeling very ill. My head hurt to the point where it made me feel sick. 
I closed my eyes and tryed my best to relax. After a minute I heard a woman say my name, to which I freaked out. But I soon relised it didn't, per say, come from within the same room as me.
I had the feeling like it was somewhere I couldn't get to. 
I do not know why she said my name, but it was said softly.