Tuesday - My Favorite Ghost
Jan. 17th, 2006 11:58 amToday on the drive into work, I was thinking about the ghost in my last apartment, and how much I miss her. She hung out in the staircase, for the most part, occasionally making a noise or moving an object to let us know she was there.
Jeff and I discussed her sometimes.
"You feel it, too, don't you?" I asked him once.
"Yes," he said, "It's kind of hard not to."
"I don't think it's a man, it feels feminine to me," I said.
"It's a woman," he said, in a voice one uses when you are pointing out the obvious. I thought it was funny because Jeff never copped to believing in ghosts. He said that he didn't not believe in ghosts, he just didn't have proof. Apparently, he believed in the one in our home.
The only time she was ever destructive was when we went on a trip for 2 weeks one year around Christmas. We came home to find a stack of boxes pushed down the stairs and papers everywhere. The air in the staircase felt hurt and angry. I apologized to her and asked her not to do that again.
She accepted our honeymoon a couple of years later with more grace; I suppose she understood because we had discussed our plans from home a lot, whereas the other trip was planned over the phone while we were at our jobs and must have surprised her. It might have helped that as we went out the door I told her when to expect us back.
She was quiet the day we moved out. Packing the boxes and loading them up to move into our house, I didn't feel her presence at all, for the first time in the 6 years we lived in the apartment.
The house we bought is not haunted. It had set vacant for a year or two before we purchased it, and it definitely looked haunted. However, you feel alone when you step through the front door and you are the only one home, whereas in the apartment you always felt someone there with you. Our house came with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, a breakfast nook, a living room and a 2 car garage, but no ghost. It's seems a pity that an otherwise complete house should come without this one amenity.
Jeff and I discussed her sometimes.
"You feel it, too, don't you?" I asked him once.
"Yes," he said, "It's kind of hard not to."
"I don't think it's a man, it feels feminine to me," I said.
"It's a woman," he said, in a voice one uses when you are pointing out the obvious. I thought it was funny because Jeff never copped to believing in ghosts. He said that he didn't not believe in ghosts, he just didn't have proof. Apparently, he believed in the one in our home.
The only time she was ever destructive was when we went on a trip for 2 weeks one year around Christmas. We came home to find a stack of boxes pushed down the stairs and papers everywhere. The air in the staircase felt hurt and angry. I apologized to her and asked her not to do that again.
She accepted our honeymoon a couple of years later with more grace; I suppose she understood because we had discussed our plans from home a lot, whereas the other trip was planned over the phone while we were at our jobs and must have surprised her. It might have helped that as we went out the door I told her when to expect us back.
She was quiet the day we moved out. Packing the boxes and loading them up to move into our house, I didn't feel her presence at all, for the first time in the 6 years we lived in the apartment.
The house we bought is not haunted. It had set vacant for a year or two before we purchased it, and it definitely looked haunted. However, you feel alone when you step through the front door and you are the only one home, whereas in the apartment you always felt someone there with you. Our house came with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, a breakfast nook, a living room and a 2 car garage, but no ghost. It's seems a pity that an otherwise complete house should come without this one amenity.
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Date: 2006-01-17 10:11 pm (UTC)