How much do I believe in ghosts? Well, I recently moved our big king-size bed to a really awkward position in our tiny bedroom just so that I don't have the ability to look down the hallway at night. This was, of course, after sleeping with our pillows at the bottom of our bed for months so that I couldn't see down that darn hallway.
I literally have to suck in to scoot down the wall to get in bed now. And it's totally worth it.
My husband, Charles, is an extremely patient man.
Why do I hate the hallway so much? Well, this house was built in the '50s. It has window units for A/C and gas baseboard heat. It makes a lot of... noises. It also has sensor lighting in the bathrooms. All you have to do is walk in, and the light and fan turn on automatically.
I was hearing noises. The bathroom light would go on. No one would be in the bathroom.
Gulp.
My first ghost experience happened during our honeymoon. We were on a Disney cruise. We were laughing because it was the last night of the cruise, and they asked us to give them feedback on anything "magical" that had happened during the cruise.
Ha! Magical! A hurricane hit Florida right as we were supposed to start our honeymoon. Everything we had scheduled on our cruise had been cancelled. No para-sailing. No glass-bottom boat ride. No trip to the Disney island, Castaway Cay. It was basically a crappy 3-day trip to ugly Nassau, and that's it.
When we went to bed on the ship that last night, it was windy so the boat was a little creaky. My husband also has some clicky joints, so when I heard a click in the middle of the night, I had two choices: either the boat was making a noise or Charles was going to the bathroom.
I looked out past the bed, and saw Charles.
So, I moved to cover back up and my arm hit something. It was Charles. Beside me. Asleep in bed.
I looked back out to the foot of the bed. The person was staring at me. He wasn't moving.
Not. Magical.
I was silently freaking out. I thought that someone was robbing us. I didn't know what to do.
After what felt like a lifetime, the stare-down ended and the person went towards the door. I waited and waited for the sound of the big cabin door, but heard nothing. I finally woke Charles up and had him check all around the cabin. I was convinced that we were being robbed by some sort of cat burglar. I could even tell he had on pants and a collared short-sleeve shirt.
Charles found nothing. No trick doors. No person hiding in the closet.
It was something. I definitely saw something... or someone.
In our old house, I thought I saw a man once in the middle of the night. I also used to hear voices, but could never rule out the central air. Our babysitter once said she saw an old woman at the top of our stairs. Fun stuff.
I used to help out at a local wedding venue on Friday nights for rehearsals. It is an old plantation house with a new ballroom and commercial kitchen built onto it. After the rehearsal, I had to lock up all the doors with padlocks and turn off all the lights. There were literally a half a dozen doors to chain up, if not more, that I'd be working on in the dark. The place had no exterior lighting in the front, so it was always pitch black with the lights out, minus the glow of Exit signs. When the ballroom lights were off, birds would fly into the glass.
BAM! BAM! BAM-BAM!
BAM!
One night, I went to check something across the dance floor, and as I walked by the women's restroom, I heard the paper towel dispenser go off. It was one of those ones where you wave your hand in front to get the towel to come out. I had just checked the room a couple minutes before to turn off all the lights. No. One. Was. In. There.
I checked out of that place faster than I had ever moved in my life.
Did I mention that when I was younger, I literally slept through a bomb going off outside my window? A kid bombed my neighbor's car, complete with sirens and fire trucks... and I didn't even wake up.
Now I can wake up to a mouse fart.
I blame the terrorists.
I need to also mention that terrorist #2 likes to walk into our room and stand beside us, with her hair all in front of her face. She says that if we don't wake up after a while, she just goes back to bed. Yeah, if that's not terrifying, I don't know what is. I'm sure she's going to give one of us a heart attack one of these days.
And, within this past week, terrorist #4 has started to to point into thin air and say, "thereheis!" - i.e., "there he is!" She used to only do this if you asked where someone was... like, "where is Calvin?" She'll look for him and then point at him and say, "thereheis!" Now... she points at nothing.
What the heck?
Say a prayer for us,
Kristin
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