#24. The Trapped Blade Part 1

In winter of 2013 I was visiting one of my oldest friends, Adam.  Way back in first grade we couldn’t be more opposite, a hellacious form of walking rage and destruction, and me, the kid who wanted to be a saint when he grew up.  We caught up for a while, and I remember telling him all about my psychic experiences and my Cloverman Superhero character.  He put on a movie for me (“Altered”) and went in the kitchen.  I remember sitting in that brown chair looking around the house.  Adam had told me it was over 100 years old and had a dirt basement.  It was getting late, and I was starting to sense motion where there wasn’t any, thought I was just tired, but then I managed to catch my eye up to it: There was an orb zipping around the room.  It wasn’t a fly, I had just enough time to figure that out, because Adams cat was also walking into the room.  The orb looked like a golf ball zipping around a wall of water, half submerged, yet it popped like a magic eye picture, almost like it was on the surface of my eye, and I treated it as such, until the orb hesitated in the air for a moment, and dropped down, and dropped again with a bob as it seemed to take a little shot at the cats nose.  The cats eyes followed it until it whizzed down and then up past the cats face, and the cat jumped 4 feet in the air trying to catch it and the orb disappeared, like it vertically submerged.  The cat was only a few steps ahead of Adam, who saw the backflip, but he missed the orb.  We talked about it a while and I followed him into the kitchen, but something wasn’t right.