I have been dismissing this all for quite some time, my fear that there are those who would do me harm. Not so much dismissing, as explaining it away and trying to rationalize these experiences. But today is just a breaking point I suppose, this whole paranoia thing is leaping from the people I don’t even know to the inanimate objects around me.
I’m not even sure I can use the term inanimate in all cases. My ceiling fan is definitely animated. It spins and creates drafts just to get my attention. Is that what all this is? Just a ploy to garner a little attention? That makes me sound even more vane or selfish doesn’t it? That I would think objects around me would be demanding my attention?
Regardless, my fan kind of sputtered in the middle of the room increasing speed and slowing down again, and when I finally gave in and tried to investigate it swung around normally and just gave off its pleasant breeze. But when I tried to walk away it came back to life with a whir and spat hot air down on me. I turned off the switch and let it slowly die – its propellers in a decaying state of orbit above my bed.
So I leave it turned off. I don’t even use the light attached to its underbelly. I can still hear it giggle when I turn my back, but when I try to get close enough to decipher the other whispers it denies me the pleasure of confirming its existence. Only its wobbling chain connected to the motor give off any evidence to the mayhem.
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