A Feeling (or lack thereof)

My apartment in Massachusetts felt...different, for various reasons. Yes, it's in Massachusetts where bagels aren't real and Taylor Ham does not exist. It's an apartment, and I'm only used really living in my house with my family. Besides all of these obvious differences, there is still something odd, something strange. I never realized it until just now, while watching the second season of American Horror Story. (Only because of Zachary Quinto...)

I don't do horror, I never really liked horror. At home, I would always have this haunting feeling that there was something there in my house, around me, maybe watching me. Whenever I had some sort of interaction with a horror thing, I would corral Bjorn into my room and continuously talk to him while distracting my thoughts as much as possible from the feeling that there was something there. My mother and I believe that my Grandmother came to live with us after she died, how she would float around the studio, helping us find things when we needed to or asked. I believe that the ghosts of our pets live in the house too, but they haven't done much that I would recall.

My first dorm, Mary Lyon Hall, had a rumor of "The Ghost of Mary Lyon". I don't remember the true story of how she died, or why she haunts, but she does. The pipes would always clank and my roommate and I would always joke about how the ghost was mad at something or someone. One day my printer printed out something that I had printed 6 months prior on a different printer and I have not opened the file since the initial printing. We found that quite strange. I was introduced to Slender Man in that dorm room, and I had to stop and not continue because the feeling that there was something there, watching me was so strong there were times I was close to shaking. I avoided horror things while living in my second dorm.

Back to watching American Horror Story in my apartment. While watching, I get the creepy shivers, the feeling that maybe someone was watching me, but within minutes after turning off my computer and going off to do something, I wasn't bothered. I fell asleep without that uncomfortable feeling in my back, like I'm being watched, that something was there. I was glad, but it was still strange, to feel secure in a building. It felt as if the building isn't haunted. There isn't anything to become aware of.