I’ll admit, I’m not a huge Halloween fan. It’s okay, but I don’t get all that into it. I love the idea of fantasy, but I’m not hardcore believer in ghosts/spirits. Neither do I think everything has a rational explanation. But I was reading a link on Jezebel about haunted houses, and I thought it might be fun this weekend to share your own spooky stories.
Here are mine:
My maternal grandfather, Gust (where DS gets his name) died three years before I was born. He had a seizure while in bed one night, and died less than two weeks later during surgery to relieve pressure from a brain aneurysm. He was 43. My grandma remarried and remained in the house for about 15 years, then sold it to my aunt & uncle. They divorced, and my aunt remarried and remained in the house.
I was visiting my aunt maybe ten years ago, and she was talking about how she found objects in her bedrooms moved around sometimes. She’s a very neat, organized person, and knew where she kept things. One was a small fringed jacket that she wanted to hang on a wall in her cowboy-theme room. She hung it in a closet, but would find it out on the bed. Her husband swore he knew nothing about it. Her divorce had been bad, so she thought maybe her ex was sneaking into the house to mess with her. But she wondered if maybe her dad, my grandpa, was making his presence known. We got to talking about other things, and she wanted to show me a new quilt she was making, so we headed back to a guest room. The house had three bedrooms, and my cousins were out of the house, so only my aunt & uncle lived there, and the other two rooms were for guests.
My aunt walked into the room ahead of me and screamed. She’d had three dolls sitting on pillows at the head of the bed (which I’d seen in previous visits). One doll was now face down in the middle of the bed. My aunt swore she’d been in the room the day before and everything was in order, and no one had been in the house until I visited. It was a little freaky!
My grandpa may have made other visits. Photos of me after my baptism were taken in a corner of my parents’ house. It was an assembly-line thing with each set of relatives holding me, then passing me over, all within a few minutes. In the photo with my grandmother and step-grandfather, there is a line of light over me, with two dark circles above my head. Yep…sort of like orbs. I want to scan some photos today or tomorrow….I’ll try to post it and see what you think.
When Gus was in the NICU, he would often look into the corner of the room and smile. He wasn’t staring vacantly; his eyes were focused, and it like he was watching something. We would joke that the angels were telling him funny baby jokes. I know kids will do that, but the weird thing is, he never did it once he was home, and Sanna never did it at all.
I do wonder if kids are more in-tuned to things. When Gus was about 2 1/2, I walked past his room one night and noticed he was still awake. I asked why he wasn’t sleeping and he said Grandpa Gus was talking to him. We don’t talk about my grandpa a lot; I never knew him and my mother has barely talked about him at all in my whole life. Gus knows he was named after someone, but we don’t even have photos of my grandpa around. A few months ago, Gus said, “Grandpa Sam talks to little Sam.” My six-year-old nephew is named after my other grandfather, who died 23 years ago. Again, not something we discuss in any detail!
One more strange thing with Gus. We go frequently go to a local, family-owned restaurant. If you go in the back, you go up a flight of stairs that are pretty basic…flat, brown carpet, cheap black metal railings, paneling on the walls. Again a few months ago, Gus & I were walking up and he said “This is like Grandma Fina’s house.” I actually burst into tears. My grandmother died a year before Gus was born, and the stairs up to her apartment looked nearly exactly like that. It’s not a place Gus had ever been, and I never even noticed the resemblance at the restaurant until Gus said it. Now that freaked the poop out of me!
When we were in Edinburgh, Scotland, on our honeymoon, we took a ghost tour. Edinburgh has an extensive underground tunnel system, where people lived during the plague, and medical students did experiements. In one room, the guide told us we should take photos because it was the most haunted place in Scotland. Back at the tour office, they had several binders of photos people took, and then noticed things in the background when they were developed. We took a few, but nothing showed up on ours.
So those are my brushes with the supernatural. Anyone else have a ghost story to share? Happy Halloween!