I hope I don't freak anybody out, but I have admitted to being a bit to the far side of what is considered normal and this IS Weird Wednesday after all. I chose this photo partly because it fits the "Parallel" theme, partly because I tend to celebrate Samhain (Halloween for all you non-pagan types) all month long, and partly because I really like graveyard shots and have a bunch of them. But the biggest reason for choosing this particular photo was to introduce this weeks Weird Wednesday post, which is about ghosts.
Being a bit of a skeptic myself, I fully understand those of you that are rolling your eyes right about now thinking "OMG, she's gone batty" really I do. I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't lived through the experience myself and my feelings won't be hurt if you say something to that effect in the comments. But having lived with a ghost once I can't deny their existence, and although the situation was bizarre I didn't find it scary at all.
I was in my late 20's and going through my first divorce. I was waiting tables at a 24 hour coffee house. One of the ladies I worked with was sweet little Virgo woman who had lost a son to a motorcycle accident a few years back. He was the fun loving sort, big heart, trouble magnet. Had he lived, he would have been about my age. I was in serious need of some fun at the time and sincerely regretted that he wasn't around to kick it with. He would have been just my type.
Mama Virgo was always telling us stories about Brian and when she did, strange things would happen. One night it was a bus tub that came jumping off the shelf to crash on the floor. Another time a light about an empty table exploded. When we were at her house, doors would suddenly swing shut. She said she and her family always attributed those things to Brian.
She let me come stay with her for a couple of weeks while I was waiting for the trailer I was moving into to become available. While I was there, there was a lot of "activity". She was getting ready to move to CA and said that the reason for all the commotion was that Brian didn't like the idea of her going there. It was where she had met his father and he didn't think much of him. Smart ass that I am I said "Well, if Brian doesn't want to go to CA with you he can come move in my new digs with me."
At the time I didn't think much about it. I didn't necessarily NOT believe in ghosts, but hadn't seen anything to make me believe either. Sure, strange things had happened, but I wasn't sold on any particular theory as yet. I moved into the trailer, and Mama Virgo moved to CA, and almost right away things started happening.
If you've ever lived in a mobile home you know that you can feel the vibrations in the floor when someone else is walking in the house. I would be sitting back in the bedroom and I swear, you could hear the footsteps, and feel them coming down the hall. Then the bedroom door would open. I couldn't see anyone but could hear the footsteps around the end of the bed, up along side ... then the bi-fold closet doors would open and shut again ... then all would be quiet.
This happened most every day! I checked the doors, of course. The bedroom door was clicked shut. The closet doors weren't just loose. Neither ever opened or shut on their own without the footsteps. I never heard the footsteps that I couldn't "feel" them. There were no vibrations without the "sound" of the footsteps. There was no scary feeling, no coldness, nothing you normally would associate with "ghosts". Didn't take too long before I would just say "Hey Brian" whenever it happened.
A couple came over to party after work one night. I hadn't said anything at work about any of this because, well it sounds crazy you know? They ended up staying the night. When I got up in the morning they both come out of the other bedroom and they kept looking at me funny. I hadn't heard anything myself that night but I knew from the looks on their faces they had.
"Something's really strange here Sally"
"Didn't you hear all that last night?"
"No, what did you hear?"
"Somebody was stomping around in the hallway, but when we opened the door no one was there"
Aha, independent confirmation! I wasn't going crazy. I told them the whole story then, of course. They were like wow, but they didn't let it spook them and came to stay often.
I was going away for a weekend once and another friend wanted to know if he and his girlfriend could stay at my house while I was gone. I said sure, but he should be aware that I had a ghost, that he was friendly enough, just don't be surprised if he makes himself known. He just shook his head all yeah, yeah okay.
I came back two days later. His eyes were big as saucers. "You have a ghost!"
"Yeah, I know, I TOLD you that before I left"
"Yeah you did, but I didn't believe you. I just thought, well you know ... "
"Yeah I know, you just thought I'd gone off the deep end"
"Yeah, I just though it was one of those Sally's out there things"
"Well, now you know"
"Yeah, you may be out there ... but you do have a ghost."
Brian was with me until I moved out of that trailer. I don't know where he went then, but it's quite possible he went back to Mama Virgo's. She hadn't stayed in CA too long and was back. I lost touch with her when I moved, so I haven't ever heard.
That was the only time I ever lived with a ghost, although I've gotten "messages" from a couple of others. But I think this is enough "out there" for one day.
Anybody else got any ghost stories they'd like to share?