Dead Evil Cats, Kittens, And Wizardry Friends

When we move from this apartment, I will be so thrilled.

I have, on multiple occasions, been drawn to the kitchen (against my will) by thumping noises, seen ghost kittens play at my feet, an evil ghost mama cat hiss at me, then rub against my leg. I have even had icy cold hands grab my ankles. The Boyfriend has been oblivious.

All encompassed in this tiny ass kitchen.

Then last night was even worse. Well, not really on the paranormal level, no ghosts, but it was strange and terrible for me. See, The Boyfriend had a friend over. They were cooking some strange dish in the kitchen. I was asked to taste test. I love taste testing, no surprise considering I love food.

Then strange things started happening to me. The Boyfriend thought it was related to the food. I knew better. His friend was doing something to me. I gradually couldn't see. It was like the lights just started getting dimmer and dimmer. The light finally settled for a dusk look; except it wasn't the light, it was my eyes. I walked into the bedroom to ask The Boyfriend a question and I could see. It was like I had gained night vision! I asked him what was going on and he described my eyes as a violent fluorescent blue, I figure he meant something along the lines of the people of Dune. Even that didn't get his attention. It was when I confronted his friend that he even considered the possibility. I had the guy backed into the wall in the bathroom (yea, I cornered him when he was vulnerable) and was pushing him and yelling and wanting to know what he had done.

Turns out, the food dishes they were concocting were weird ingredients to induce a spell. To be honest, they looked like molded boiled eggs with faces. Tasted like sweet honey, just melted across the tongue. The spell? The friend's own wishes thrown into the pot while they cooked. He decided he would punish The Boyfriend for a long ago transgression, but he would do it by attacking me.

I don't think he ever expected the fury of a woman to be directed at him. After about five minutes of screeching, screaming, elbowing (I'm too short to knee that area), hitting, and kicking, not to mention scratching, the guy begged for me to stop. He quickly corrected his mistake, apologized profusely to me, and was thrown from the apartment (The Boyfriend just hates when you mess with his Kitten).

Maybe I should be against allowing more of The Boyfriend's friends over as well as getting out of this apartment?

Or maybe just getting out of this apartment. It seems to be out to get me when I'm asleep. Like I said, I've had three or four dreams of being pulled to the kitchen by thumping cabinets and ghostly kittens. Now I shall be suspect of anything sweet coming from the fridge.

Anyone ever hear of an exorcism for ghost cats and evil kitchens? Or maybe I need someone to close off my mind; I seem to be sensitive to such paranormal happenings, though when I was younger (3 or 4) it was even while I was awake....