Ghostesses, Redux

If you’re not all up to speed on our own personal ghost adventures, you can read the background to this story by scrolling down.

Caught up now? Good. Now you know we have a ghost. Or an Elemental. Or a Sylph. Something. Or we did, and then it left. And now it’s back.

It’s a little early to consider it fall, but on the weekend that marks the unofficial end of the summer, weird things started happening once again. I have no idea why fall and winter are so darn important, but they seem to be.

I went upstairs to take a shower on Sunday. I had towel in hand, as well as clothes. Once I entered my bedroom, I noticed that the bed, which I made, first thing that morning—hold your applause—was mussed, like J had sat down on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. This is commonplace, but I have a pet peeve, and that’s wrinkles in the bed. So I smoothed them out. Then I took my towel to the bathroom, and came back to put my dirty clothes in the hamper. And the bed was mussed, in the exact same spot, again.

“Huh.” I smoothed the covers out again. Then I popped my head out of the bathroom twice more to see if the bed was mussed again, and it wasn’t. When I told J about this first occurrence, he was amused to note that the ghostesses must be Peeping Toms.

Asshole.

I was then in the shower, and I kept hearing thumps. Wondering to myself what those boys could possibly be doing to cause so much noise, I hurried out of the shower so I could determine if danger was imminent in whatever game they were playing, and found six books. On the floor. Which had been on the bookshelf when I got in the shower.

“Okay. Hello, again.” I said. I went about my day.

K had the girlfriend over to watch movies yesterday afternoon, and Ant was playing chaperone (we pay him well to keep an eye on those kids). As they were sitting watching a movie on Netflix in the bonus room/den, the computer turned itself on. And then off. And then on again. Which elicited squeals from all three of them for me to come in the room and see for myself.

The girlfriend has told me this is the weirdest stuff she’s ever seen.

So, later that night, as I was sitting the back porch with J and telling him our ghostesses were back (and he, of course, was likely surveying the skies for the impending alien invasion—like that’s EVER going to happen) we got found ourselves experiencing another bright flash of blue light. Which he couldn’t deny seeing this time around. It was bright enough to temporarily blind someone.

Which all goes to explain why he’s finally given me leave to buy a ghost hunting kit! Yippie! Jesse and I have been trying to convince him that this is a needed expense for years. Now I’m going to be able to scientifically prove there’s something going on. The question is, who wants to come on over and go ghost hunting with me? 

Do you think I can get this in purple?

 

Tell me, do you have a wild ghost story? Would you ever go ghost-hunting?