We had a ghost in our house. or maybe she's still here...either way I can't help feeling a bit eerie in my house at night when I'm alone. Heck! Even during the day I feel eerie! If you're feeling up for a ghost story, go ahead and read, otherwise, change blogs, stat!
A group of my friends were going to see a performance of A Christmas Carol in a historic downtown theater. Before the performance, we were going to a "known-to-be-haunted" restaurant for dinner. I showed up and enjoyed a good meal with friends and heard the story of the little girl that haunted the restaurant during dinner. Being an avid Ghost Hunters fan, I couldn't wait to check out the spots where the little girl hangs out, so I headed back to the hallway between the bathrooms and the kitchen to see if she was up to any mischief that night. The coast seemed clear, but things started to get a little funny when I went into the bathroom. The air seemed a little cooler and the hair on my arms and neck were raised. I started to feel nervous and knew that something would jump out or start staring at me from out of the mirror at any second...however, nothing happened. We went to the performance, and I trotted home on my merry way. The next morning is when things started to get spooky. I had my morning coffee and breakfast, took the dogs for a walk, and sat down in the living room to enjoy a nice respite of facebook stalking when it all started. I noticed from the other side of the room that my cat was staring at something behind my chair. Then, his gaze shifted. It shifted again. He was following a movement consistently back and forth behind my chair. I turned around to see if there was a bug or a piece of lint that would have grabbed his attention, but there was nothing. No one was outside. No one was inside. All of the animals were accounted for, and besides me and my computer, no other person was in the house. I quickly scurried over to the other side of the room to see for myself if someone or something was there, but everything was exactly the way it was before. Once my nerves finally calmed down, I convinced myself that the cat must have pulled a swift one on me, and I continued my day by setting out the Christmas decorations. Around lunchtime, I went to prepare myself a snack in the kitchen. As I placed the sandwich materials on the counter I heard something drop on the floor in the middle of the kitchen. I turned around, and right behind me on the floor was a magnet from the refrigerator. This particular magnet was a decorative magnet that was not holding any papers on the fridge. It has a permanent home in the top right corner of the refrigerator door and has never had an issue with its magnetism. I picked it up, dusted it off, and popped it right back on the fridge. No problems with the magnet. No problems with the fridge...so how did it end up in the middle of the kitchen when I was not even close to the fridge?! There was only one explanation I could think of: My ghost-hunting self had brought the ghost home!! AH! I took off to my room and hid under the covers for the rest of the day! At least, until Tim came home and coaxed me out of the bedroom telling me I was a little bit nuts. Since then, I've had a couple of chats with the ghost. According to the story, it's a little girl who was hit by a car while playing in the alley behind the restaurant. She haunts the hallway by the kitchen in the store and pulls jokes on the servers like locking them in the kitchen and moving trash cans around. Since I think she's the one that's here, I told her she has to be nice, and I don't want to see her, but she can hang out and enjoy our house since she's not causing any damage. Since she came around Christmastime, I think she may have just wanted to add a little Christmas Spirit.
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