Saturday, October 18, 2008

Do you Believe in Ghosts

At last, I have my computer back and some order of semblance in the house. My sister is a whiz at getting things into shape, and I'm sure by the end of the day, she and Kelly will have the few remaining wall pieces hung. But while they are working up a sweat, I've sneaked into my 'new' office to tell you about the first few days here.

While cleaning up remnants from the previous tenants, I swept a pair of little girl flip-flops from a bedroom closet. I also noticed something shiny, and bent (with great effort) to pick up a dime. I threw it on my desk and continued. The next day, we moved a piece of furniture outside, and while sweeping away the dust bunnies and crumbs remaining beneath it, I found another dime. I picked it up (getting my exercise by bending) and added it to the other, now thinking, 'hmm'.

The first night we spent here, I was undressing (a pretty scary imagine in itself) in the bedroom, and I found another dime on the floor. Okay, now things were getting weird. What's with all the change!!!

I mentioned it to my husband, who later found another dime in the living room. I made several loud announcements to the new house that I didn't want anymore dimes. If whoever 'it' was insisted on leaving money, I demanded dollars.

The next day I found a few more dimes, but then realized my sister had said something to my nephew and, I of course told my son. A few of the dimes can be attributed to their 'slinging' them around when I wasn't looking to fuel my fear, but I do have a few that both swear on my pending grave they did not leave.

The second night in the house, I awoke with a start to someone sitting on the edge of my bed. I bolted up, expecting to see someone there, but nothing! I clearly felt the bed dip beneath someone's weight. No repeat occurrences thus far.

Strangely, I'm not bothered by all this. I don't feel any hostile vibes and I already feel like I'm home. Coincidentally, I learned that my nephew, who is about to depart for Iraq, has used an alias "Dimes McDropperson" for quite a while. This couldn't have had any influence on the first two dimes I found while sweeping, nor the third in my bedroom. I'm sure this won't ever make Ripley's Believe It Or Not, but it gave us food for conversation for a few days while I didn't have the internet. *lol*

Anyhow, now I'm back on line, you can expect to read more of my drivel. :) Again, I really thank my friends who filled in the void while I moved. They are the best, aren't they?


1 comment:

Laura Herbertson said...

While I don't believe in those ghost hunter shows, I do believe in ghosts. Too many educated, rationale people like yourself have told me about encounters. People who don't scare easily and aren't prone to exaggeration. (The kind of people who don't go on tv and do an exorcism with a pyschic.)

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