Living With Ghosts

Wednesday
October 22, 2008

After a few weeks of relative quiet, things are starting to get busy again.

I woke up several times during the night thinking someone was in the house.
Each time, our dogs were still sleeping, so I assumed I was only dreaming.
After all, their hearing is much better than mine.
But, I finally realized I wasn't "hearing" someone, I felt them.
Someone was watching me from the hall.
The third or fourth time it woke me,
I saw a dark figure in the hall, but it was only for a few seconds
and it was not clear enough to discern any details.

Then, this morning, my husband saw a shadow pass through the kitchen - twice.
I was still asleep, our dogs are very small,
and the shadow was taller than my 6'1" husband.

I believe he saw whatever was watching me last night.
I'll set the house alarm before I go to sleep tonight, but it won't do any good.
This intruder doesn't activate the alarms.  

Friday
September 5, 2008

It has been extremely quiet lately.
Violet moved out, into her fist house.
She has always been a magnet for spirit activity,
and it is no surprise that her absence has created such calm.

We are still not alone, though.
Just a couple of nights ago, I was looking for a pair of wristbands.
I was sure I left them in the study, although a thorough search revealed nothing.
As I was walking from the room, the wristbands hit me in the back of my legs, as if thrown across the room.
I said, "Thank you," and told Alan about it.

Shortly after, we were preparing to get in bed, but could not find the television remote.
Once again, a thorough search of the bedroom offered no clues.

Alan spoke to the spirit, "Well, you found the wristbands, how about the remote?"

Then, he walked towards the bed to find the remote lying there.
He had searched there earlier and turned down the covers, but did not see the remote at that time.

It's nice to know the ones that stayed around are helpful.

Wednesday
July 23, 2008

Just as I was drifting off to sleep last night, I felt someone sit on the side of the bed next to me.
I knew everyone was asleep, so I assumed it was a spirit.
I am not afraid of spirits, but I am afraid of people.
I scared myself by thinking, "What if it is a person? What if a stranger is in the house?"

I sleep with a pillow over my eyes (old habit - it comes with suffering from migraines)
so, I raised the pillow slightly to peek.
No one was there, although I still felt the spirit sitting on my bed.

Content that I was safe, I put the pillow back over my eyes.

As I drifted into sleep, I felt a finger rubbing my arm between my elbow and wrist.
Back and forth, back and forth. It was calming.
The spirit was comforting me, reassuring me that there were no strangers in the house. 

Monday
July 21, 2008

I woke up during the night to the sound of men's voices in the living room.
I thought someone must be watching television in there, and was irritated because it was so loud.

I checked. No television. Everyone was asleep.

I hope it is not the same ghosts we used to have in the living room.
A man and a woman arguing loudly. They would wake me up, too.
We performed a cleansing to get rid of them.
Maybe we will need another cleansing.

Thursday
July 3, 2008

While I was sleeping early this morning, one of my Pomeranians suddenly started barking;
starring at the bedroom door as if someone had come in.
I looked and saw no one.
So, I quieted him down and listened carefully.
The house was completely quiet and dark, so I went back to sleep.

Sometime after that, I was awakened again.
This time, it was Violet's voice, desperate and on the verge of hysteria,
screaming, "MOM!"

I jumped up and looked around, but no one was there.
Again, everything was quiet and still.

I knew something was wrong, someone was trying to get my attention.
I prayed for protection for my family until I feel back asleep. 

Tuesday
July 1, 2008

Today, I sat at the computer to check my email.
After about 30 minutes, the camera turned itself on -
the cover slid open and the lens extended.
I picked it up thinking someone wanted me to take a picture.
But, the battery was dead.
I closed the cover and laid it back on the table.

A couple of hours later, I came back to the computer to look up some information.
While sitting here, I returned a call from my husband.
While simultaneously typing on the computer and talking to my husband,
I watched the camera turn itself back on.
Once again, the cover slid open and the lens extended.

I told my husband about it.
He restated my thoughts from this morning, and asked me to take a picture.

I tried to take a picture once again, but the battery was still dead.
I closed the cover and laid it back on the table.

Now, I am just watching it - wondering who keeps turning it on.

Sunday
June 22, 2008

I picked it up and realized it was a picture of me, taken when I was two years old.
The fall had cracked the glass diagonally across the picture.

I wondered about it. Was someone trying to get my attention?
With no answers, I placed it back on the cabinet and made a mental note to replace the glass.

Today, as Violet walked through the living room, the same framed picture flew off of the cabinet and landed on the floor. Like me, she had not touched the cabinet and the other pictures surrounding it had not moved.

Violet brought the picture to me, which now had a second crack in the glass,
and explained what had happened.
I shared my experience with her for the first time.

The picture was in the same frame my mother had put it in 46 years ago.
We took the frame apart, wondering if something might be behind it.
We found nothing.

I am left with nothing but broken glass and questions. 

Friday
June 20, 2008

Suddenly, it dawned on me that there should not be a little girl singing -
There were no children in the house, no radios or televisions on.
I sat up quickly and strained to listen, but everything was eerily quiet.

After a few minutes, I laid back down and begin to read again.

Once again, the singing started. A sweet voice, familiar tune.
I sat up to listen once again, but as before, everything was quiet.

I told my husband what I was hearing.
We both listened for a few minutes, but she did not sing again.

I suppose like most children lost in their thoughts, playing, singing, pretending ...
the sudden focused attention of adults made her self-conscious.

Perhaps she will sing for me again tonight.

Tuesday
June 17, 2008

I looked towards the bedroom door, into the hallway,
and saw several human-sized, bat-like, grey creatures hanging from the ceiling.
Two had their eyes open, and they glowed a bright yellow.

I was afraid. I automatically resorted to something that worked as a child.
I silently began singing, "Jesus Loves Me."
After two rounds, the hallway cleared.

I could still feel the warmth and pressure of whoever was laying behind me.
I could not look. So, I tucked my feet under the covers and went back to sleep.

I told my husband about it this morning.
While in his study later, he said aloud, "Stop messing with my wife."
When he did, the computer screensaver across the room turned off
(which should only happen when the mouse is moved or a key touched).
At least he knows they heard him.