Introduction

My brother once told me before to document "everything as it happens". Everything? I thought how ridiculous that would be since it would happen numerous times a day or only a few times a week. At times it was nothing more then a presence or feeling and at other times it was so loud, disturbing, painful, so truly frightening that I've now decided to document "everything as it happens" with this blog.

Many things have happened since I've moved into the house on Dudley Street. Many things have already changed me, my views, my attitude, the people I know and knew so by no means is this a start or something new to me. But for me to get through this, to help deal with the pains I've been through, to know it's not only me living in a nightmare like this, I want to tell my story in the house on Dudley Street.

I was thinking on this anniversary, what my brother said, "document everything that happens." So I decided to do so. I will update my blog as much as I can or allowed too. As I began to sign up, my cable went out causing my internet to stop. It started working again. As I started on the blog again, it again failed me. I heard taps across the roof. Rain? Pounds crashed. Thunder? My power flickered resetting everything. The fore cast called for storms. But as I slowly pulled aside the curtains (something which I nearly never do for I will tell you about it later) , there where no beads of water trickling down the window, no dark clouds hovering above, it was actually a clear night. My power never restored until some time into the night. By that point I was to antsy to try again so I do this now.

I can feel a set of eyes staring at me from across the room as I type this. The room has a stillness to it. I'm alone in this house but I'm not. As much as I can and as long as someone will read, I will tell my stories of The Dudley Street Ghosts.