As I write this, I am using every ounce of willpower just too simply keep my mind on this. Writing it down is giving me comfort in comparison to the events going on around me and in my head -right now-. I am writing this only a few hours after a story I just submitted. I am awake in the living room at my dad's house, and he is asleep in his room.
It is 4 in the morning, and I can't' sleep because good ol' "Knayrzh" is at it again. In my mind and out loud I am hearing him halfway whispering something unintelligible and laughing quietly. I am seeing flitting figures out of the corners of my eyes, there is a breeze in the room with no place for it to come from, things in the kitchen are shaking, but I dare not leave my seat to investigate. And I am too afraid to walk through the dark hallway to wake my dad, and my voice just won't go any louder than a cracking whimper.
Just now, I felt a touch on my foot and a woman's laugh as well as everything else. Whatever is going on, I blame it on the Ouija board. Which by the way, we buried in the Tahuya forest years ago. I know better than to burn it, but the board still haunts me. I know that by the time this makes it onto the website, this will be long over, but logging this is keeping me from a complete mental breakdown right now. This is the most extreme and personal encounter I've ever had to myself.
Just now, I quickly ran to flip the light switch to turn on what lights I could, so it's bright in this room, but it's making little if any difference. The sound from the TV is no longer on, my TV does that from time to time anyways because it's old, but it definitely isn't helping the mood. Needless to say, no sleep for me tonight,
The more I listen to his jargon, the more I think I'm starting to understand it. It seems like he's not talking to me, but chanting something. Or maybe just talking to himself or someone else; I'm not sure. Tons of different scenarios are going through my head right now as to what he might be saying or doing. The 2 that I fear the most are possession or some other kind of manifestation. I can barely think straight, and I honestly fear for my health right now.
My phone is about to die, so I'm going to post this. If anything different happens, I'll post it later.
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As for the 2nd story, the "Prelude" was more of a recount of the happenings leading up to the first story. Knayrzh was something of a nuisance for a while and would show up from time to time, if that makes any sense. I'm not even sure if it was the cause of the happenings in the story posted above, but it certainly seems like a logical guess. Or it could have been the myriad plagues my father has around him. (Simply put, there's a reason my father is a diagnosed schizophrenic.)
Either way, I would like to thank Rook for the helpful post about the ritual, and I hope I've cleared any confusion.
Apologies for taking so long to respond to this, by the way.