Halloween Eve.
And the Ultimate Question…Did You Ever Experience a Ghost?
Yes. But I didn’t Like It. At All.
Here’s the Short but True Halloween Version.
The Story Begins Here. Charleston. South Carolina.
A Weekend Stay. In An Old House.
Yes, there is a Ghost Here but He stays in His Room. The Room Where He Died.
Oh No. We Won’t Put You in That Room.
OK. Good.
Friday Night. Cold Wet Rain. Pitch Black Darkness. Thunder.
Of Course. There’s Always Thunder.
We Had a Lovely Suite decorated in Typical Victorian Fashion.
The Girls Were in the Sitting Room.
We Were in the Bedroom.
Connected by a Door. We Kept the Door Open.
Our First Night. I Had Trouble Sleeping. I Didn’t Want the Girls to Be Afraid.
So Every Hour I Woke Up and Got Up to Check On Them.
They Were Fine. Sleeping Like Angels. The Light was On.
At Midnight the Bedroom Clock Radio Alarm Went Off.
Bzzzzz. Mr. Doodle Got Up to Turn it Off.
Another Guest Must Have Set the Alarm. OK. I Guess So.
At 3:00 AM the Alarm Went Off Again.
I Could Hear the Alarm but There Was a Heaviness on My Chest.
I Tried Calling for Mr. Doodle but No Words Came Out.
I Felt a Weight Around My Throat.
I Began Thrashing and Finally Broke Free.
Mr. Doodle Got Up to Turn Off the Alarm.
I Told Him What I had Felt. How I Was Trying To Scream.
He Told Me that Everything Was Fine. But He Felt Uneasy Too.
The Girls Were Fine.
We Were Fine.
In the Morning, Mr. Doodle Thought It Best To Unplug the Radio.
Good Idea.
What’s the Matter? The Radio Was Not Plugged In.
I Wanted to Leave. Right Then.
But We Had One More Night in the House.
The Second Night Was Thankfully Uneventful.
And Then We Got Home.
While in Charleston, I Had Bought a Sweetgrass Basket. It was Lovely.
I Left it Wrapped with the Luggage.
Our First Night Home. Midnight.
Our Home Alarm Goes off. The Front Door Sensor.
No One is There.
Did the Ghost Travel Home with Us. In that Basket?
We Saged the House. No Problems Since Then.
The Ghost is Safe in Charleston.
Thank you Very Much.
Happy Halloween Eve.
A Leaf in Time
How deliciously scary! The alarm didn’t wake the girls?
They Slept So Sweetly and Soundly….Thankfully. 🙂
Wow! I won’t be going to that hotel any time soon!!!!!!
No Kidding! And it’s All True…that’s what’s even Creepier.
When I was very young we lived in an old Victorian in Denver. Everyone’s bedroom was on one side of the house. Except mine. Being the oldest, Mom thought I would like this. I did. In the daytime. Mine was the fanciest room with a chandelier and big purple rose wallpaper and a balcony. Mom hung sheer dotted swiss curtains on my windows. The biggest window was overlooking a large old oak tree on which my sisters and I found a skeleton key hanging by a thread on one of the lower branches when we first moved in. I used to sleep in terror, watching the dots from my curtains dance around my room when a breeze blew through, and the branches from the old tree outside looking like fingers reaching out to grab me. I jumped with every creek that old house made when I was in that room at night. I wouldn’t actually relax enough to close my eyes until I heard the birds chirping in the wee hours before dawn. Now, I’ve learned how to rid any room of unwanted creepy visitors with one single powerful word, but I don’t think the proprietor would like it if I did that. After all, the spirit is in large part what attracts his guests (the paying kind, lol).
One last thought, and to answer your question, have I ever seen a ghost…I haven’t ‘seen’ one but I have experienced one. And this was before the movie ‘Ghost’ came out and before I learned the ‘one powerful word.’ I was in an antique shop in southern Colorado near the Anasazi ruins with my sister. I noticed a clay pot high on a shelf behind the counter and asked to see it. The shop owner was reluctant and said it was not for sale, that it was very old and had belonged to a shaman. I insisted and assured him I just wanted to look at it. He finally acquiesced. When I brought the pot close to my face to peer inside, one solid, cold mass of air whooshed from the pot and went into my body. I felt so sick to my stomach, I handed the pot back to the man and had to sit down for a while until the feeling passed. My sister was very concerned and said I looked ‘white as a ghost.’ It made me want to laugh because I knew that’s what I had just experienced. And then, when I saw the movie ‘Ghost’ a few years later, I could attest to the writer’s description of what a ghost feels like when it goes through you in the scene where Whoopi Goldberg’s character invites Patrick’s Swazi’s character to enter her body. Spot on!
Wow Michelle…Wow…Scary Stuff. I say I’m fascinated but a big chicken.
Well, I was too (fascinated but highly chicken) for a longer time than I’ll admit In writing…lol
Great if ghostly post!
Thanks June!
I’m so glad you decided to share this! How weird (but fascinating, despite being scary!) The house looks beautiful too – a shame you probably won’t be going back in a hurry!
You can beat on that, Haylee. 🙂