I’m convinced that we (Elise, Riley, Annie and yours truly) live among at least one spiritual being. Last Spring I was moving things around in the attic and felt a strong presence. I was scared, not bone-chilling scared – but I knew something was with me.
Recently I was home alone. It was nearing dusk and I was walking from my office into the kitchen. I saw an animated shadow on the floor in the hallway that leads into the guest bedroom. I know it wasn’t a shadow being cast from a tree limb. I walked into the guest bedroom and got that slightly scared feeling again. The the notion of the afterlife and apparitions have never scared me. I attribute this to the fact that, to my best recollection, I’ve never experienced anything supernature.
So far I’m convinced that we’re not cohabitants in a house with malicious entities. Nothing has been moved. I’ve found no x’s burned into my shirts. We’re just living among others.
Elise indulges me in my theory although she hasn’t independently experienced anything ‘odd’ in this house.
I’ve embraced this ghost. I don’t want to be afraid. If we live among something(s) else, I want them to be content. I don’t want to be a burden nor do I want them to burden us. I’m fine with coexisting.
Tonight we were startled. Elise and I were sitting on the couch talking. I heard a ‘thump thump thump’. I’m the one who has keen eyes and ears to the paranormal. I immediately said “DID YOU HEAR THAT?!?!?” Elise didn’t hear it.
It happened again. Thump thump thump.
Elise heard it that time. It wasn’t from within the house. I wasn’t scared. I was in the ‘told-ya-so’ mode. I was ready to prove to Elise that we weren’t alone.
Thump thump thump.
Elise stood up and called for Riley. Riley is the one who will mysteriously lock himself in a cabinet or the pantry and make thumping noises trying to get out. When I came home from work, I let Riley outside. Elise came home later than I did. She didn’t let Riley in. I knew he was still outside.
It sounded like the noise was coming from the attic. Thump thump thump. “Let me out”, perhaps. Elise got up again and walked into the kitchen. “Riley?!?” she called.
“Riley’s outside, babe” I told her.
Thump thump thump.
I’m convinced that something in the attic wants to be let in. Something wants to “greet” us.
Elise starts to walk back into the living room. Out of the corner of her eye she catches something…
Riley has been outside. He’s been jumping onto the patio table to look inside the kitchen window. When he jumps off of the table to walk to the back door, the table wobbles and hits the side of the house. Three times.
Thump thump thump.
Okay. It was the cat. But I still think we’re not alone.
cute story
great story. chilling. i know the feeling. i’m living in a 100 year old masonic temple that is haunted by a “general presence” as well as an hispanic ghost named “Jason”. Jason committed suicide here some years ago while working as a maintenence man. he lingers and bangs on the old steam pipes. it scares the shit outta my girlfriend. just the other week she woke up and said, “hey… wake up… someone’s playing guitar in our living room.” i walked out to see the guitar propped against the couch where i’d left it hours earlier.
if you hope to rid yourself of “the spirit” you might try a smudge stick, better known as a sage stick. its bundled sage… its everywhere in many forms in texas. you can buy them at hippy shops also.
traditionally, upon moving into a home where others have previously lived, its always best to wash the home from lingering spirits with some sort of “spirit away” device. sage works well and also leaves a smokey, but clean smelling feeling. though it does smell a bit like marijuana.
if all else fails, continue to make friends with the entity. a nice glass of scotch left on the kitchen counter might work. either that or some freshly clipped finger nails, freshly cut hair, etc. the reason for hair and or finger nails is detailed vaguely in Volume 1 of The Mahabharata… a famous and lengthy Hindu diatribe.
-bobcat