The One About the Ghost

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

The past is not a package one can lay away.
~Emily Dickinson

Something weird happened last night. Rather, this morning. Actually, last night too now that I think about it. Anyway. B stayed the night last night (as he usually does, actually). This morning something woke me up and I opened my eyes but then closed them and was trying to fall back asleep because I had a couple more hours before my alarm went off. And thenGhost I heard it.

“Go sit down.” 

Now, the fans were on in the house and stuff so I figured I imagined something. That was, until moments later, B rolled over and said to me, “What did you say?” He said this out of a deep sleep. And he sleeps pretty soundly too.

“Uh, I didn’t say anything,” I answered, “but I heard it too.”

After we both woke up this morning, we started talking about it. We both agree that we heard a man’s voice talking, though B didn’t catch what was said. Last night, when I was in the office on the computer waiting for B to arrive, I swear I heard him come in. I thought I heard the door open and the dogs got up and started getting excited—I could hear their tags rattling. So I called out to B.

But he wasn’t there.

He also told me that the other night while I was asleep (he couldn’t sleep), he was watching the DKids channel and really thought he saw someone walk down the hallway—a man. Now, he admits that he was watching a show about hauntings so he thought that’s why he “imagined” he saw something… until this morning.

This isn’t the first time stuff has happened in my house, either. The dogs will occasionally get up and get all excited after hearing (and I hear it too) what sounds like my side door opening. Stuff is misplaced and I find it later right where I looked in the first place. I’ve heard speaking before but chalked it up to me living alone an imagining things.

Not anymore. This morning proved to me that there is a ghost in my house. Luckily I didn’t feel threatened, so I really don’t think he’s here to do any harm whatsoever. I’m going to do some investigating to see if I can find out the history of my house. It isn’t that old (1960s) so it’s not something that I have to delve deep into the history books to find.

Oh, and have you ever heard of orbs? Yeah, take a look a photo I took of Lulu months ago. When I first saw it, I knew it was an orb (actually it’s at least six—the two that are large, bright and obvious, one lighter just above the outlet, two more to the left of the outlet and one tiny one above Lu’s hips) and thought immediately that they were orbs. But I also figured they might be of past pets in my life… now who knows… they could be human.

Lulu being cute with orbs looking on


One comment

  1. I don’t think orbs are anything particularly ghostly–probably just something the camera caught that you couldn’t see, like a magnified dust particle or something. Or maybe they really are orbs of energy, which could explain why they’re often photographed at places considered “haunted.”

    I honestly believe there’s some sort of scientific explanation for ghosts. I’ve seen them my whole life, but mostly in my teens and early 20s. I used to think they were spirits, but I’ve long since come to believe that they’re just some sort of natural phenomenon. After all, magic is just science we don’t understand yet. Just because we don’t have a rational explanation for something doesn’t mean there isn’t one. 🙂

    My brother and his wife heard a “ghost” in their house, too. They had just brought two things home with them after Christmas–my (deceased) grandpa’s ring, which my mom gave to my brother, and a new chocolate lab puppy. The puppy was having a rough first night in his crate. Then he would suddenly stop yowling and screaming, and my brother and sister-in-law both heard someone talking to him in soothing tones. My grandpa the dog lover? Who knows what kind of energy was attached to that ring? hehe

    Whatever the case, it stopped happening as T.J., the puppy, got older.

    Anyhow, interesting story!

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