For explanation, see: http://paranormal.about.com/od/ghostphotos/ig/Best-Ghost-Photos/Freddy-Jackson.htm
(wc 779)
Well – I had to leave you yesterday with a cliff-hanger, because the climax is an anticlimax. Sort of.
To my chagrin, and to my relief (in a way), the wallet was not in the pocket of my robe. I figure that our ghost knows that I’ve replaced all the necessary things, and therefore does not need to give it back. But just lately, I have started to think some more about the whole wrist-wallet debacle.
I told you when I first lost the black wallet that all my most important cards were in that wallet, and the lesser used/needed ones were in the tan wallet. I had decided to separate them that way to avoid having to scramble and fumble through the stack of cards (one-handed) to find the one I needed. My most-used and most-important, among which are my driver’s license and insurance cards, plus my portacath ID (in case of emergency), as well as my two debit cards and one credit card. I also kept with them the “value-cards,” given out by certain stores that entitle shoppers with the cards to “special” prices (what a stupid come-on, but they have become necessary!), from the grocery store we use and our pharmacy. Convenient, no?
Well, the odd thing about it is that when I found the tan wallet, except for the two debit cards and one credit card, all my important cards were in it. The more I have thought of it, the more I am thinking that the ghost took the tan wallet only temporarily to transfer the cards s/he thought I would need. S/he only wanted me to stop any unnecessary spending! Just think of it! A budget-minded ghost! Quite frankly, that blows my mind and simultaneously avoids blowing my bank account!
Now, so you won’t be totally disappointed in the anticlimax of this tale, I have sensed something a bit strange. It only happens (so far) in the insomnia room (where I (don’t) sleep most nights. About three weeks ago, while lying in my bed, on my side, with my face toward the open door, I felt a cool breeze sweep over me for a few seconds, and then disappear. It felt as though it was coming from the door, so I got up to see if our front door downstairs had somehow blown open, letting in the breeze.
The door was firmly shut. I then checked to see if when the fan for the heat switched on it might create a temporary draft. I discounted that reason because all year long the heating/cooling fan switches on and off and has never created a draft before, and because the draft is not in the hallway, which is where I thought and sensed it was coming from. Whenever I feel the draft coming in, I have run into the hall to check where it is coming from. It is not out there, but when I walk back into the room, it envelops me again.
I have told you all before that Hubs and I are fans of “The Ghost Hunters” TV series. We thoroughly enjoy the program, taking interest in their efforts to “debunk,” or find logical, alternative explanations for what some people believe is paranormal activity. On that program, when the Ghost Hunters team, or their clients have felt the sensation I am describing, always accompanying it is a feeling of another presence, or a sense of being watched, or “taken over.” With mine, there is none of that.
The breeze comes, lingers briefly, and is then gone. It happens a few times a week – about once a day, but not predictably or at any certain time. Go figure. I have never felt frightened or any sense of threat or doom. I have gotten in the habit recently of calling out “Hello!” and asking her/him to please stop taking things and/or hiding them, as that is very annoying and does not make their presence welcome, which otherwise it would be.
The strange doings here at Chez Calhoun continue. I’ve thought of inviting some ghost hunters in to do their thing and seek evidence of the paranormal, or even of doing some investigating myself. Only one things keeps me from doing it. That one thing might sound odd to you, my Gentle Readers. I don’t want to find that there really are no visitors from another dimension. I rather enjoy the thought that we have a ghostly “overseer.” To find out unequivocally that we do not, would be, I think, a disappointment. What do you think?
As for me, I think the quantity and quality of our visitations are about right, in other words, just enough. . .
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My ghost used to talk on the telephone. I kind of enjoyed it.
Me too! I would really love that!
I agree, Paula, I wouldn’t get the strange happenings in my house investigated – I love the mystery and the thought that I am not alone! And I’m not disappointed that your wallet wasn’t in your dressing gown pocket – but maybe one day, when you least expect it, it just might re-appear! (cue echoey, maniacal laughter!)
Still, Paula…the dressing gown was under the pillow! Unless someone sleep walks, the mystery remains unsolved.
I think it is your Guardian Angel watching over you. Really I’m serious!
Ha! I might have known you’d pull an anticlimax on us! Still, what had gone before was ENOUGH!
I lived in a few places like this and I worked in a place or two as well.
The one house that got me the most wasn’t just my own experience, but my whole family. Two of us are skeptics while my mom and I are not. We all had something happen to us at this house.
I had a cold spot settle over me like a fog one night. It just drifted down over me. I too checked everything to see what it was – no explanation.
Footsteps as well when I was the only one home. Still getting goosebumps over that one and it has to have been twenty years ago at least.
Having caught glimpses of our friendly ghosts when we were renovating our house, I’m not worried one way or the other about their existence. They appear to be playful children, more curious than anything. It would be interesting to research if any children died in our house. Perhaps they loved being in the house so much they get persmission to go back home again occasionally for a visit. It is fun speculating.
Hubs
Wish I could see them. . .I think!
I’m glad you are not frightened by whatever is happening, Paula. And your story is not an anticlimax at all.
Not as “fun” as it would have been if the wallet had been in the pocket!
I have heard/known quite a few people who would really like to have a resident ghost. As for me, I know for a fact and personal experience that ghosts exist, and I would really rather not have one take up residence in my home. Just a personal preference. If it comforts you, by all means invite your ghost home with you and/or invite him/her to make themselves comfortable.
As long as I don’t feel threatened, I’m just fine having some sort of “guardian,” as long as s/he is guarding the right people! I’m not so sure I have invited them – they (it) just appeared. I have spoken to the “air” that as long as they meant no harm they could stay, I just think they would be happier if they moved on. . .
Call Ghost Hunters ~ if they find evidence of the paranormal, you’ve got proof that you’re not misplacing things in an insomnia induced sleep-walking coma.
If they don’t find “solid proof” . . . you can use your “faith” to sustain your belief in things that you sense but cannot see.
Thanks, Nancy!
HOWEVER, having ghosts in my house would be a rather sad thing to put my faith in! I prefer “higher” things!
I still think I’d rather have my own “inklings” and feelings, rather than proof yay or nay. More fun that way, I think, and better stories!