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Something can see something in my home

Yesterday, I found the PIR (Passive Infra-Red) solar-charged security light I hid away two years ago. My neighbour gave it to me when I moved in ten years ago; no explanation and no conversational preamble. Certainly, I had never expressed a desire to light up anywhere when someone came near to somewhere. It's haunted. Well, it  isn't haunted; it just picks up hauntings or maybe aliens. I think it might have picked up Harrari, the abandoned alien who helped me when I lived in some woods for a Summer, or maybe it was Hakim, my personal avatar protector, whom I created when I was sixteen and severely brutalised by my brother. In any case, I have had some suspicion that there were movements in my home ever since I moved in.

Thanking my neighbour for the security light, I wondered what to do with it. I had never considered that any persons would approach my front door and needed to be illuminated to prevent them doing harm to me or my property, so I just tucked the light away. I suppose it was a few weeks later that I had the idea of lighting up my front garden when the badgers or foxes turned up. At the time, I didn't know there were strolling, now marauding, Muntjac deer around. I left the light laying among the flowers and heavy rain made sure that mud splashed back onto it. It has quite a long wire between the solar panel and the actual lamp (Think of the size of a small portable digital radio for each component connected by about twelve feet of wire) so I rapidly grew fed up with untangling the muddy wire and cleaning everything. Project failed; if it could be called one since I was still just fooling around with something I had no need for, or want of. I brought the light inside and after testing it in a random fashion grew bored of it. Then one evening, I have no idea why, I set the solar panel, which is also the detector part, in the hall and the lamp in my living room, and shut the door. Any movement in the darkened hall, it has no windows and all the doors were shut, would be detected and I would be alerted while the warm-bodied person would be unaware of being 'seen' by their heat signature or any light source they had with them, or was reflected from who knows where. 

After half an hour the light came on. It was about nine in the evening in Autumn. Something was outside my living room door. Swiftly, I leapt to the door and opened it; nobody there. An anomaly, I thought. After about an hour the light came on again. I crept to the door and opened it; nobody there. I gathered the whole device and barricaded the door. At the same time, I was aware that Harrari sometimes moved invisibly through my home. She is out of phase with our world and we can't see her, or hear her for that matter. In fact, nobody knows she is there unless she wants them to know. She does, however, 'guide' people's thinking; not as a guru or philosopher or something, more as an entity that directs thinking, such as, 'Turn around and walk the other way'; making people forget what they were about to do; and in my case on one occasion, soothing my troubled thoughts. I supposed that the PIR security light somehow picked her up as she moved around in the hall, bedroom, bathroom and up and down the stairs. Quite how she passes through shut doors is beyond me so I sometimes hold them open a bit longer than is necessary for me to pass through, in case she wants to sneak through after me.

Hakim, my personal avatar protector, with me since I manifested 'him' when I was sixteen, can pass through doors and walls and simply 'arrives' wherever he or, I suppose 'I' decide he ought to be. His role is to look out for threats to me. He would move around my home as part of his surveillance strategy. I make things easier for him and Harrari by never having visitors, hence there is no trace of their scent or any wisps of stale presence, so, like a camel thirsty in an arid desert, Hakim and Harrari can 'smell' people like the camel smells water.

I wasn't entirely sure that the security light was picking up friendly entities or not, so I put the whole thing away. Knowing that things could be super-safe or about to be ultra-ugly didn't help me relax. Having recently found the device, I am not about to test whether there are things that go bump in the night again. The chill of finding out too much and discovering I am ill-equipped to deal with whatever is happening is just too much for me. It is recharging on my bedroom window-sill and the reactive lamp is switched off.

In the bedroom, there are three tomato plants that I over-wintered. They are bearing fruits already; early in the year, no? I use an artists paintbrush to act as an insect to pollinate them. I think it works but I never see any pollen on the brush. Every day, I have to feel the soil or feel the weight of the soil to make sure the plants are properly watered. Because the soil originally came from outside and has been mixed with cutting compost there are, inevitably, creatures in the soil. Mostly, I come across the prehistoric wood-louse. I think it has not evolved any further from hundreds of millions of years ago. I suppose one climbed on my fingers and I touched my head shortly after. Usually, I wash my hands after playing with plants and soil and especially when the water in the bucket outside my front door for the outside plants gets on my hands. Yesterday, I must have just touched the soil and then came back to my lap-top to write or fill in spreadsheets. A series of tickles on my head drew my hand to the areas affected. Eventually, after about six visits by my hand the woodlouse, crushed, stuck to my fingers. I had killed it and repeatedly smeared it across my forehead.

If you are like me, you enjoy the satisfaction of removing a splinter for a lot longer than the moment of realisation that it has gone. I even look for more, hoping I will find one. The knowledge of the smeared woodlouse stayed with me until the afternoon, some hours later. I am no stranger to insects and creepy-crawlies; living in the woods for six months is a good way to get introduced to insects that bite, sting, tickle and scratch. I have even been bitten by two spiders (think mild bee sting or fifty ants).

I suppose I am waking up again after a quite long period of mental and spiritual slumber. The awakening has been brought on by having to consider the real world more often and for longer in the most recent days. If I could bottle the motivation from this, that is really instinct, I would make millions and I could go back to sleep. Hakim and Harrari would prowl around and insects would crawl on my face and I wouldn't care.