How about some good old fashioned ghost stories during this week preceeding Halloween? Or some nice pictures of Halloween yard decor or plants that have the word 'ghost' in them? My cat is my Halloween decor. He goes to the door with me to pass out candy, the kids love him because he is all black. I keep a close watch on him this week to prevent any mistreatment.
I work in a huge ante-bellum, Victorian house, in a bad neighborhood in Michigan. The house is gorgeous and is being restored, bit by bit. We have all long accepted that the daughter of the original owners, Jenny is our ghost. Doors and windows open and close, the smell of lavender, and sometimes footsteps are all pretty ordinary. The long standing complaint is that if Jenny is just hanging around, couldn't she at least FILE. Because the house is in a bad area, there is a gardener, caretaker there full time. He went out the other evening to take pictures of the paint work that is being done outside with a digital camera. When he pressed the button, and saw the picture, there was a white see through shape of head, body and arms. He jerked his face away from the camera, and there was no shape in front of him.
Anyway, I brought the picture home on disc to show my husband and he was not at all impressed. His secretary's parents had bought a an old farm house. The secretary went to help them move in. After a long day of moving and unpacking, the girl went to take a picture of her Dad in his chair in their new home. In the picture there was Dad-in his chair and another see through gentleman sitting on the couch. The most interesting thing was that the dog was staring at the invisible man on the couch.
Judy
Oooooh, shivers Judy. That is a good one, Can you post the pictures?
Ewww goosebumps for what Judy wrote!
You are wise to watch your beautiful cat MsMaati. The animal shelters in my area will not even adopt out a cat that is black or a dog that is black in the month of October until the second week of November as they are used by certain cults for Satanical rituals.
The last home we lived in had been owned by a surgeon and his wife who had been a pediatrician. They both died peacefully, a few years apart, in their home of old age. We had a few unexplainable things happen but nothing spine chilling. When we got our first baby, we had been using a digital ear themometer. The temperature never seemed to register properly and we later learned these types of thermometers should not be used on children under the age of 2 because their eustachian tubes are not fully formed and the reading will be inaccurate. The baby was sick and our pediatrician asked us what type of a temp he was running. I told our pediatrician our thermometer wasn't working and that we would buy a new one and call back. I sent my husband out to get one and when he went to pick up his keys on the counter, there was an old thermometer in a pink celluloid case on the counter top that looked like something from the 40's or 50's. It worked. We had bought all blue for the baby because he was a boy, we had nothing pink and have no idea where that thermometer came from. Our child developed breathing problems and the baby powder repeatedly ended up in the garbage can yet neither my husband or I was throwing it out. Later learned Johnon's powder is a big no no for kids with respiratory distress. We did not have cleaning ladies in our home at that time. And then there was the door to the baby's room that was being opened every time I put a vaporizer in there although I was making sure to latch it properly by waiting to hear the little click when I shut it. Turns out the condensation was building up in there and the humidity was so high a black mold/mildew was forming behind a dresser. This is not good and I didn't know about it. Found it and bleached it down but that could have really created an unhealthy condition. The door then remained closed the next time I used a vaporizer. Like I said, nothing spine chilling but we never did figure out how these things, or a few others, happened. The few people we shared this with believed it was the ghost of one of the former MD owners. I don't know what to believe. I don't believe in ghosts but then again I don't disbelieve in ghosts and the thermometer appearing out of nowhere sure did come in handy.
Here's a photo of one of my "ghost" ferns taken last month-
Shivers again, Nice ghost (guardian angel) to help you out with the baby.
That is a great fern.
More More, I love these.
great stories, keep em coming....
