I forgot to post about this. I'm thinking that it must have happened on Tuesday night, because I remember it was dark and we were putting away stuff. We'd gone to the grocery store on Tuesday, which would fit in with the timing.
Bug was playing with his trains. I was checking my email (OK, I was playing Solitaire on Neopets). Penguin came into the living room, froze and asked, "What did you say?"
I was thinking that I had just clicked to shift through the deck because he startled me, but replied, "I didn't say anything."
He looked at me as if I was lying and said, "Well, I heard somebody say something."
I made some flippant remark, because I'm a big chicken and this sort of thing scares me. I also happen to live with the type of person who would probably think it's fun to have spirits doing more noticeable mischief, and that is not something that I can live with at this point in time. It's better if I nip his little imaginings right in the bud.
That's what I was thinking until I went to take a nap the other day. It's not pleasant to think that you hear somebody else in the room talking when you're the only one home. It wasn't that somebody-is-outside-and-their-voices-are-muffled-through-the-windows type of sound, either.
I wish I could say that I had some sort of brave epiphany, but, really, I just lay there thinking, "Fuck" repeatedly until the room was quiet. This only took a few seconds.
And then I heard the voices again.
I probably could have made out what they were saying if I wasn't such a scaredy cat that I started to pray that this would just stop, which it did.
At any rate, Penguin has a book about ghosts and spirits. I should dig that up and see if I can find anything helpful in there. I don't feel as if there's something bad in the house. I'm just not comfortable with things science hasn't explained.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
The Woman
My boy and I were watching videos the other day when he looked up and calmly said, "I see a woman."
I looked in the direction that he was looking, but of course didn't see anything. I asked where she was and he pointed at the door to the bathroom and said, "There!"
The superstitious part of me wonders if I should even be entertaining any of this. He did say she's nice, however, and he isn't scared of her the way he was of whoever had stopped by a few months ago. I continued with my questions, asking if she had a name. I mean, hey, I'd kind of like to know who's hanging out with me, you know? He just looked wherever he saw her with a partial smile on his face, saying nothing.
Since he's still small, I have to be somewhat specific with my questions. "What does she look like" won't do, because he's not really conversant with all the descriptives we use ('cause kids don't see color. That would probably be funnier if it wasn't an inside joke). I got as far as asking for her hair color before he said he lost interest. (Her hair is black, by the way.)
I told my husband about things when he came home that night. He's more open about these things and started asking a few questions of his own. Bug just told him that he didn't want to talk about it, so we let it drop.
In other news, he's been looking over his shoulder nervously the past few days, as if he sees a lot more than usual. I remember reading that Halloween is the time of year when the border thins between the worlds of the living and the deceased. I wonder if that has anything to do with things.
I looked in the direction that he was looking, but of course didn't see anything. I asked where she was and he pointed at the door to the bathroom and said, "There!"
The superstitious part of me wonders if I should even be entertaining any of this. He did say she's nice, however, and he isn't scared of her the way he was of whoever had stopped by a few months ago. I continued with my questions, asking if she had a name. I mean, hey, I'd kind of like to know who's hanging out with me, you know? He just looked wherever he saw her with a partial smile on his face, saying nothing.
Since he's still small, I have to be somewhat specific with my questions. "What does she look like" won't do, because he's not really conversant with all the descriptives we use ('cause kids don't see color. That would probably be funnier if it wasn't an inside joke). I got as far as asking for her hair color before he said he lost interest. (Her hair is black, by the way.)
I told my husband about things when he came home that night. He's more open about these things and started asking a few questions of his own. Bug just told him that he didn't want to talk about it, so we let it drop.
In other news, he's been looking over his shoulder nervously the past few days, as if he sees a lot more than usual. I remember reading that Halloween is the time of year when the border thins between the worlds of the living and the deceased. I wonder if that has anything to do with things.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
About
I live in a house that was built in 1928. It's a great little place that I fell in love with when I first saw its MLS listing. I would dare to say that this isn't just a house: it's a home.
My husband, son and I don't seem to be the only ones in residence. I'm fine with this at the moment, since the other presences seem to be benign. There is The Person, who is sometimes seen on the staircase by my cat and my boy. The latter has recently told me The Person is "a woman, like Mommy" and that "the person is nice."
The other presence seems to occasionally make an appearance in the bathroom, but mainly communicates with my husband through a series of flashes via the bathroom lights: one for "yes" and two for "no." A few months ago, this one indicated that he is a man. He responded to me the other day when I got out of the shower. I asked him if he wanted to talk to my husband. The flickering stopped and then the light came on with a single flash.
Aside from that, I'm pretty much left alone, which I appreciate. I'm not one of those people who revels in this and hopes everybody starts lauding me as some awesome psychic or something.
I am inspired to learn more about this. I've always believed in the existence of other possibilities, although I've been simultaneously frightened as any proper Catholic girl would be. It seems arrogant to believe that anything that I don't understand must be evil, however, so I'm going to see what I can find out.
My husband, son and I don't seem to be the only ones in residence. I'm fine with this at the moment, since the other presences seem to be benign. There is The Person, who is sometimes seen on the staircase by my cat and my boy. The latter has recently told me The Person is "a woman, like Mommy" and that "the person is nice."
The other presence seems to occasionally make an appearance in the bathroom, but mainly communicates with my husband through a series of flashes via the bathroom lights: one for "yes" and two for "no." A few months ago, this one indicated that he is a man. He responded to me the other day when I got out of the shower. I asked him if he wanted to talk to my husband. The flickering stopped and then the light came on with a single flash.
Aside from that, I'm pretty much left alone, which I appreciate. I'm not one of those people who revels in this and hopes everybody starts lauding me as some awesome psychic or something.
I am inspired to learn more about this. I've always believed in the existence of other possibilities, although I've been simultaneously frightened as any proper Catholic girl would be. It seems arrogant to believe that anything that I don't understand must be evil, however, so I'm going to see what I can find out.
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