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Yesterday (ahem, officially “The Day of the Dead,” according to my calendar), while I was sitting at my desk, deeply concentrating on my work, I heard footsteps. Oh, it’s just my husband walking to the kitchen, I thought, and then remembered that I was alone in the house. I looked up – in fact, had a perfect view of the kitchen and dining room – and saw nothing. The footsteps “walked” through the dining room and into the kitchen, then stopped.
I was a little freaked out. Okay, more than a little.
“Things” like this have happened to me occasionally my whole life, so, I must say that, yes, I do believe in ghosts/spirits/vibrations from another plane of existence.
When I told my husband about it, he confessed that he, too, had heard footsteps in our house, once, when I wasn’t home. He investigated and found nothing.
Our house is over 130 years old. Word has it that one man both was born and died here.
“It’s a friendly spirit,” my husband said. “Don’t you think?”
I could only hope. And then it dawned on me that, yes, it must be a friendly spirit – a helpful one even. Why? Because as I was sitting at my desk, deep in thought, the topic I was thinking about was my next blog. This blog. What could I write about? Nothing seemed quite right. The footsteps interrupted my musings, shook me from a bunch of dead end topics (no pun intended) and pointed me, well, straight to this one.
And, here I am, typing out a rather lengthy entry, all courtesy of the friendly footsteps and their inspiration.
What about you? Do you believe in “ghosts?” Have you ever been visited by a spirit presence? What was your experience like?
I believe! Once back in college I saw two children standing on the side of the road one night leaving Cardinal Stritch. It was later than kids should have been out so I noticed them. A boy and a girl. Something made me look back after I drove past them and I caught my breath because I could see through them. And they weren't standing on the road exactly but rather near the edge of the sidewalk/road and sort of hovering there. I drove a bit further down the street and stopped to look back. I could see them still. The boy slightly taller than the girl and wearing what looked like old fashioned clothing.
ReplyDeleteI have a ghost in my house, too. Our house is a small cottage that was once an avocado storage shed, back in the 1930s. We believe our ghost may have been an avocado picker.
ReplyDeleteWow! I've heard about a lot of people's encounters with the spirit world through this blog. Such interesting stories!
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