A month and a half ago, in July 2025, I was sitting on the East side of my bedroom, speaking respectfully and honorably. My mind was calming down, when a sudden blast of paranormal confusion energy HIT MY PINEAL gland AND MY ENTIRE BODY from directly below me. I was instantly ANGRY. I started to believe that a Native American chief may be buried below my apartment unit, or an Old West outlaw camp is buried below this apartment complex, and I wasn't ready to receive this paranormal message. I was irritated, scared, and somewhat tired of writing stories in my immediate area.