I believe in ghosts. I think they’re just people who no longer have bodies. Some get stuck and don’t move on for a myriad of reasons.
Some find ways to make themselves known (check out the ghost hunting shows: Ghost Hunters,
Objects can hold energy and cause problems for those the objects are around (Haunted Collector), and if they disturb the living it can usually be stopped by removing the object.
I mention all this because I have a ghost story to share this week. It happened when my daughter was very young, about eight years old. We have an older house (1920s era) and whether the haunting was associated with the house or the area or some object, I don’t know. (The house was owned by a coffin maker early on.)
Our house is known as an airplane bungalow, the kind with one room on top that is accessed by stairs at the back, through the bedroom (awkward).
My daughter had that bottom room as her bedroom at one time and she used to complain of hearing noises and footsteps on the stairs leading to that top room.
As in any scary movie, I dismissed it as due to the age of the house, with its many creaks and knocks that normally occur with the expansions and contractions that occur in an old wooden house.
One day she was especially upset about the noises, saying someone kept walking up and down the stairs.
Then she said it was a little girl. Uh, oh.
She wasn’t in the habit of making up this kind of thing and so I had to consider that maybe it was a ghost. It was really bothering her, and I decided to exorcise the ghost.
(No, not with crosses and holy water. More like Ghost Whisperer and Psychic Kids) by talking to her and finding out what was keeping her here.
So, we went upstairs, burned a candle and pulled in white light around us. I asked my daughter to call to the little girl to come and talk to us. My daughter did this in her mind. The little girl came (I never saw her, but my daughter said she could see her and if nothing else, I figured this would clear it for my daughter to play-act this out so she wouldn’t be scared any more).
It seems the little girl was upset and told my daughter that she was waiting for her mother and could not find her. I had my daughter tell her that her mother was no longer here and that it was time for her to move on, that someone was waiting to take her to her mother and that she only needed to look around and find that person(s) and go with them. I suggested there was a white light to look for, and when she could see it, she would find someone to take her on to her mother.
The little girl soon said she saw the light and with a little coaxing left. The creaking stairs no longer creaked and the vision of the little girl no longer appeared to my daughter.
So, this week pay attention to those creeks and knocks you usually dismiss as house noises and watch to see if your dog or cat seems to be watching something you can’t see.
I hope to have another ghost story for you next week and all this month of Halloween.
Have you ever seen a ghost or felt a presence?
Ever picked up an object at a garage sale that just felt too weird when you got it home and then you had to get rid of it?
Do you have a ghost story?