Pumpkins carved by my nieces 💙💙
An afterthought to Halloween,
And the perfect time to write about this old house. Why? Is it haunted, or do ghosts fly through the attic? What about the wind that catches and creates a deep howl, reaching all the way from the top of the shingles, to all the way down to the bottom cellar of this five story castle? What happens in the darkest of nights when you can’t even see your shadow? Do ghouls hide in every corner, ready to jump out, as the doors rattle to keep the skeletons well hidden. Perhaps it is the witches that got me all worried, stirring their magical brew in the ancient stone cellar. Have you heard their whispers and crazy laughs, it is said that the steam of their magic potion rises through the house, leaving behind mysterious banks of fog. If you look close you might catch them whisk by in their broomstick.
No, none of that is really happening, as if I had to clarify that, and I better stop before I scare the wits out of myself and can’t sleep. I don’t believe that the house is haunted, and no demons pass through these doors, but a ghost of the past may frequently visit, and roam these walls. I always had…well…feelings in this house. I never really cared to be here alone, for as long as I remember. There is an energy to this house and something I’m definitely picking up on, nothing evil, but something very sad. With the passing of Dad, I know that this house has seen the pain and suffering of both, Mom and me. I’m sure Dad’s spirit has visited and sometimes there is evidence of such, albeit no concrete proof. That is of course if you want to believe in this sort of thing. There are numerous incidents for what one might consider unusual activity, while a skeptic will always try and find a way to justify it with rational explanations. I don’t much try to convince the other party, but there is definitely something more than just coincidence. I don’t believe in coincidences. It is something else, something I feel and can’t explain. It just is.
For example, I have found feathers that appear in the hallway, out of the blue. Feathers that I have never seen before and it couldn’t be that a draft from somewhere has carried the light weight to a new resting place. These are usually the moments when I know Dad has come to visit. “When feathers appear, your loved ones are near.” Another incident happened at night while taking a bath, when all of a sudden there was light coming from underneath the doorway in Mom and Dad’s bedroom. Just a bright, illuminated slit of light under the door, staying there for a few minutes before going dark again. Yes, it went on and off by itself. I’ve seen the phones light up for no apparent reason, just to turn on a few times and then returning to a black screen again. Not even the screensaver turned on, but instead the screen remained lit for the entire duration.
It was the end of summer as I sat in the fairy garden, just watching over all the magnificent blooms. I was alone and yet I could hear doors closing inside of the house, clear as day as if someone was walking through the apartment. Of course there is nobody and never anything other than an energy that I sense, sometimes so strong that on occasion it feels as if someone is standing directly next to me. Nothing evil, still a big creepy, when you are alone, but then you’re not.
Two nights ago, there was electricity in the air. Turning the light in my room produced a flicker that never fully lit. The lightbulb was coming on and off as I repeatedly turned the switch. There was a sizzle coming from the switch itself, that cautioned me not to touch it for too long. I waited a little bit, and finally the light came on normally, as if nothing ever happened. It was that very night that I was sitting at the kitchen table writing, and a cold draft wrapped around my legs. The apartment was cozy other then that, as if someone had opened the door to a cold room. Often these occurrences feel so real that it’s almost too frightening to investigate and to look further. Of course there is never anything tangible to explain what is happening and it comes down to if you believe in ghosts and goblins roaming this earth. Perhaps you don’t believe in ghost stories, but you believe in energies and spirits.
Surely I can’t be the only one who has ever felt something like this. If you have, doooo share hereee please.