Ghosts!!!!!
Old ghost are scary, ain’t they? You remember me writing about Mrs. Old Lady Thornton, huh? Well, she was a friendly ghost back in Pickens County, AL. I just changed her name. Folks around those parts could insert the real name I’m sure. Well, Mrs. Old Lady Thornton was based on hearsay…I never actually saw her….Let me tell you of a personal encounter, in Sarasota, FL. In 1982 while working a temporary job, I lived with a couple of engineers. They would go home or visiting people most every weekend while I just stayed put. I noticed some odd things going on, alarm clock being moved, shoes being moved, while I took note of those things it did not really bother me. One Saturday morning I had coffee with the Land Lady across the street. I asked her how she happened to buy the house across the street. “Well,” she says, “a nice young couple lived over there for a long time, biker types and the girl decided she wanted a divorce.” One morning after she left him, he was heart broken, she said, took his own life with a gun in the middle bedroom.” Gasp, gasp, that was where I was sleeping…Some time later, I woke during the night and the covers were tucked tightly all around my person, stuff up under my body, really making me prisoner. I woke up and freed myself after a bit, but I continued to sleep in that bedroom..A few nights later, a week or so before my duty period was to be over, a sheer curtain over the head of my bed, was hanging loosely over a couple of small nails. It fell down over my face and head during the night. I got up and not having a hammer, took my shoe and bent the nails over the rod. Feeling that I now had it securely in place, I went back to sleep….It came down again, a little harder..Again, I got up and this time made sure it was securely affixed to the wall and it should not fall again. Just after going to sleep, the rod that had been falling on my face was thrown with force, all the way down to my feet. It was obvious at this time it was not falling on it’s own. There was a good couch in the den, so I moved and spent the rest of my time in that house sleeping in the den….I got the feeling that the old ghost did not like me…..Or maybe he just wanted me to know he was there….Anything like that ever happen to you?….It’s plum scary, ain’t it…. Let me know if you have a story to share…Pete