I absolutely love my new house. It's big. It's got a lot of charm. I love the huge kitchen. I love it's character. I'm very happy in my new house.
Both Beth and her daughter told me there was a ghost. They are neither of them flighty or metaphysical at all. Of course, being the bean counter that I am, I chuckled weakly in hopes of being convincing and changed the subject.
My sister is very metaphysical and I scoff at that as well and always ask her, "So what's Plan B?"
I don't even believe in ghosts.
I need to be rethinking that.
Sunday, our favorite soldier Sam was home for a few days and staying with us. Sam didn't get in until late in the evening so I spent about an hour with them then headed off to bed.
I was laying in bed, reading my book, half dozing, when I suddenly felt that I was being hugged to a female bosom in a comforting sort of way with my hair being stroked.
My cold little bean counting shriveled up heart was pounding and it scared the shit out of me.
I told Beth about this, and she was completely nonchalant and told me I'd see the ghost pretty soon.
I think I'm going to name her Hazel.
Edited to add: The first thing our brave soldier asked after we told him about this was, "That wasn't in the room I was sleeping in, was it?"
Um...Lisa? She's not a stray ghost. She probably has a name already.
Posted by: Vero | November 19, 2006 at 02:22 AM
LMAO, Lisa!!!!!!!!
The female ghost or whatever you want to call her has been a BIG part of my life for a very long time. She always made me feel like I was not alone (LOL) literally.
She was named Lady In White after a GREAT movie of the same name by my daughter and myself. She has never made herself known downstairs only upstairs.
I loved when we would have company and they would stay upstairs. When the morning came they would make their way down the stairs and tell me of their dream. They had dreamt that this lady in white was watching over them as they lay in bed. When I told them that they had met our resident ghost they refused to spend the next night at the house opting for the Holiday Inn in Howell--------CHICKEN!
But she has never caused any harm and had always made me feel warm. As the years flew by she either became a quiet resident or we became so at ease with her presence that we began to just forget the feeling. My last night in the house I said my good byes to her and vowed that her new family would respect her just as Jenn and I had.
ENJOY her, Lisa, she will make you feel so loved! She will help to make you feel protected. And she will never harm you nor bother you.
BTW---the front bedroom is hers. But she has also been seen in the back bedroom.
Also I am so glad that you still like the house. We got to get that yard (front and back) cleaned up before the city has a cow!!!!!!!!! LOL
Posted by: Beth | November 19, 2006 at 08:38 AM
Lisa
I'll believe it when your little Brit starts talkin to her. Know what oi mean, eh?
LOL
Posted by: Donna | November 20, 2006 at 09:20 AM
Well, yes. It was me that insisted on naming the ghost. Why? Simple... We name them in England and we have more ghosts per share mile than anyone else in the world. If you come to terms with your ghost and name it the relationship works out that much better. So there you are. It's that simple and I still await the pleasure of Hazel's company in person.
- Martin
Posted by: Martin | November 21, 2006 at 04:05 AM