After a crazy experience last week that left me quite shaken up, I came home to some more ghostly stuff. As you have read in my last story Memories of a Murderer 2 you would know that I was back in Airdrie about a week ago. It wasn't the best trip, other than the fact that I got to meet my cousins new baby boy.
After I got home a few days ago I just wanted to relax. Kick my feet up, watch some TV, put my new Harley together, etc.
I wouldn't be so lucky. The minute I stepped in the door I was annoyed. Our little ghost girl was up to no good while we were away. All of the lights were turned on, the taps were running, and the TV was on. I wasn't worried about the ghost so much as to how retarded my bills for the month were going to be... An entire month of electricity and water bills all crammed into a week.
I went around and turned off the taps and all of the lights, and I was just about to sit down when my brother called me from his room upstairs. I went up to go see what was wrong. His walls were covered with marker. Colorful scribbles all over the walls. I couldn't help but laugh, Geri said it was just like having a child of our own. Chris just stood there, arms crossed. Which made me laugh even harder because he looked so pissed off.
After we finished making fun of Chris, and how the little girl made his room all pretty, we finally got to sit down and relax.
We ordered a few movies on PPV, had some snacks, and went to bed.
The next morning I got up early to get the engine mounted onto the frame of my Harley. When I came downstairs I noticed the little pink ball sitting right next to my shoes. I smiled and as I put on my shoes I said "Not today, sorry..."
I was working on my bike for a good 30 minutes or so, and I ran inside for a beer. I went inside, and Chris said he was going to come join me, he had to do some transmission repairs on his car. When we got back into the garage the pink ball was sitting on top of Chris' tool box. I chuckled and said "Go kick the ball into yard..." I knew all the little girl wanted was someone to play with.
Chris just looked at me.
"Seriously man, go kick it..." I said, and Chris went and took the ball to the yard, mumbling something under his breath.
We continued working, pretty much all morning and we decided to take a trip downtown for some shopping. We all got cleaned up and I realized I left my keys on my tool box, and sure enough when I went into the garage... The pink ball was right by my bike.
I sat down on my stool and told the little girl that she can't stay here anymore. I told her that Jesus doesn't want any of his children to be trapped here on Earth, and he wants them to live an eternal life in heaven. I also mentioned that if she asked for forgiveness for her sins, then she would be free. Before leaving I also told her that she would be loved and missed by our family, but never forgotten.
We haven't noticed any change that she has crossed over yet, however, the toilet did not flush spontaneously at 6 O'clock last night like it usually does every night.
And I'll admit, we were all a little sad.