Many times I hop on and only barely catch up reading the posts when I have to leave. Today, I'm going to try to get in my "ghost" story before I have to run.
I confess, I was always the one who never jumped when my grandpa put on his scary mask and tried to spook us grandkids (I would just say, "stop screaming, it's just Poppa" and he'd take off his mask and grumble, "You're no fun at all").
I'm the analytical, science-loving type of person. So having said that...
My house is not terribly old, it was built in the 1980s but it needs a lot of work and attention that I simply don't have time to give it. Lots of things are not working right now in my house and it's been a constant, on-going battle for me. One of my friends has a wife who from Mexico who does not speak English. Their kids are the same ages as mine so they often come over. One day, my friend told me that his wife is worried about me because she senses a sinister spirit who lives upstairs--in my bathroom, no less--and that "he" is causing all of the problems that my house is having...and that "he" is draining my energy which is why I'm so tired all the time.
I laughed.
That night, I got the boys to FINALLY go to sleep (who needs to blame a gremlin for me being exhausted all the time?) and went into my bathroom to take a late shower. While in the shower, I hear... someone?... something? in the bathroom. I open the shower door and nothing. It happens two more times and I SWEAR I saw a glimpse of movement the last time I swung the door open--and I tried to do it really quickly. But there was nothing there. I get ready for bed and lay down. And I hear movement downstairs. I get up, turn on the lights, walk through the house to find... nothing. I laid down again, and this time I hear something ON THE STAIRS. As I flip on the light, I swear there was movement by the stairs, but as I repeat the ritual of turning on all the lights, and walk through the house, I see nothing. I get very little sleep that night...
The next morning, as I'm opening the door to go out and take care of the animals, a small gray calico cat streaks past me to go outside. Not technically one of my cats but a feral kitty that I had trapped, spayed and released. Apparently she had snuck inside the night before and was the "ghost" making the noises in my bathroom, downstairs, and on the stairway. She has that wild quickness about her and was apparently just too fast for me to catch sight of her that night.
The next time my friend and his family came over, I laughed as I told them about the "ghost" which turned out to be a kitty cat. My friend laughed as he translated the story for his wife. She didn't laugh. When she replied, my friend stopped laughing and looked nervous. I asked for a translation, and he reported that she said, "It wasn't the cat."
