In the past I have told stories about the ghost that I have encountered on vacation, while I was working and the ones that I saw when visiting friends and family. I would like to now share with you the ghosts that I deal with on a day-to-day basis. Yes, the ones that share my home.
If I were a ghost where would I like to dwell? Hmm... How about a tastefully decorated home that's warm and inviting. Where resides a woman who is always cooking up something good in the kitchen. She likes to tap dance around the house, usually in front of the television. She is a former rock-n-roll and opera singer who is always belting out a tune. This woman has a gentle husband and a crazy dog who is constantly, no always, getting into trouble. This a home filled with laughter.
This sounds like a place that I would want to haunt. Okay, so maybe I would choose the same house, but at the shore. Everyone is different.
My name is Lori. My husband Wayne and I moved into our home 4 years ago. The house is a three bedroom ranch with a finished basement. The house was built in 1956. We moved in with our 2 dogs. Chewie, who just recently passed away and Stewie our youngster.
I love our home, the simple floor plan, the warm hardwood floors and the treasures of my life that I filled it with. Obviously my ghostie friends approve as well.
It was awhile before I noticed anything unusual in the house. Actually it was my mom who had the first encounter. Not with a spirit of a person though.
I had my parents over for dinner and while we were cleaning up my mom said, "Did you get a cat?" "What? No," I said. My mom said she saw, as plain as day, a cat rounding the corner into the kitchen. We both looked around the house but no cat was to be found. She swore she saw a fluffy creature and because of its grace and size she thought of a cat. I do not know where that cat came from or if it is a ghost of a feline but I can tell you it is still hanging around.
It was about a month later that I saw this same creature. I was sitting in my TV room watching a hockey game when out of the corner of my eye I saw a movement. I looked directly at it and at first thought it was Chewie because it was a blond color then I realized it was too small to be Chewie, then it walked into the wall and disappeared. Yes, you read correctly. I sat there for a full minute thinking. "Did that just happen?" Is there any other explanation.
"Wayne!" I yelled as I went running for the basement where Wayne was working.
"I'm not afraid!" I said one night about a week later as I lay down to sleep. I just had an off feeling that night and kept hearing noises that I could not explain coming from the garage below. Nor did I want to investigate. So I laid there trying to find sleep. Wayne was downstairs in the game room watching a movie so I was alone. I first felt the atmosphere change and then the vibration. I knew someone was standing above me but I was too afraid to open my eyes. Stewie started whining from his cage in the next room. I was paralyzed... Frozen... Finally I could speak and I yelled, "Stewie, go to sleep!" "You too, Ghostie! "Don't scare me!" The vibrating immediately stopped. I began to relax.
Now, when I sleep I love to be covered up except for my feet they need air. So my Fred Flintstone feet are sticking out, guess what Ghostie does as he leaves the room? He gently grabs my big toe and gives it a fond little shake. I laid there for a minute and again thought. "Did that just happen?" Is there any other explanation. "Wayne!" Once again I went running.
A few nights later I had a dream. I dreamed that I was in my garage and I was carrying some books into the house. In the dream the books were knocked out of my arms. I bent to pick them up and as I did I was shoved by an old man. He was trying to push me out of the way to force his way into the house. I started pushing back. He was yelling, "It's my house, I live here!" I remember how frail he was, yet he was stronger than me. I woke up as he threw me to the ground.
The next morning when I went to the basement to start my laundry, I saw that several of my books were laying on the floor, like someone had yanked them off the book shelf and threw them about 6 feet to the floor. "Stewie!" I yelled. "Did you do this?" Stewie who had been sitting on the steps watching me, went running to hide. "What are you yelling about?" my husband Wayne asked as he made his way down the steps. "Look what your dog did!" I said with exasperation. "He took all my books off the shelf!" Wayne, looking at the floor with disbelief, said, "There is no way. He can't reach these books!"
He was more than likely right since the shelf they were missing from was approximately 5 1/2 feet from the ground. I knew who the culprit was but it was much easier to blame the dog.
That same evening Wayne, I and the dogs were in the basement game room watching a movie. The dogs were both sound asleep when both woke up to a sound that they heard coming from the hallway. Stewie immediately started growing. "Ssshh!" I said "What's that noise?"
Outside the game room is a hallway that leads to the garage. I heard what sounded like a slight knock on the garage door. We all got up to investigate. We could all hear what sounded like rattling. The air was so heavy as we nudged closer to the door. Once again we heard a slight knock.
Stewie was now barking. Chewie ran up the stairs to safety with her tail between her legs. Wayne picked up a golf club that was sitting by the door. I grabbed a shoe. (Hey it was a size 13 work boot, it could do serious harm to someones head!) We watched the doorknob turn... I was paralyzed with fear, but I followed Wayne to the door.
He told me to open the door as he raised the club to strike. We did the silent count 1...2...3!
I opened the door, Wayne quickly reached for the light switch, the garage flooded with light and there was nothing. Stewie investigated every corner running to and fro with his fur spiked like a porcupine... We found nothing.
Wayne and I were baffled, but we knew we had an uninvited guest.
I ran up the steps and out the back door to my herb garden. I picked sage leaves from a large plant. I chose leaves that were older and a little drier so they would burn easier. I was taking my house back!
I made a small bouquet with the sage leaves. I started at the front door and lit the bouquet on fire. Holding up the smoking sage into the air, I imagined a beautiful white light shining down from the heavens. I surrounded myself in this light and imagined it surrounding the house. I walked through the house saying, "My house is protected in the white light of good and love. Only positive and good can reside in this home. Nothing negative can enter!" I went through every room and garage with Chewie and Stewie following me with excitement. Wayne was looking at me like I had lost my mind. Finally the smoke cleared.
Later that day I made my way up to my TV room to grab some mail that I needed. I walked into the room and saw a black mass the size of a basketball heading across the wall and going out the window..."What?"
...To be continued