That's me John...does that also count for when you walk into a room and can't remember why?
Back on topic, once again....
Ghosts. I've had my share. All good experiences, they like me.
The scariest 'good experience' was when I had gone shopping for Jamies BD and had bags of goodies, coming in the back door. Maybe 5 years ago, before cancer, when we lived in the old farmhouse. I expected her to be in bed when I got home, but as I was creeping through the kitchen with my goodie bags, I heard her playing upstairs, and she called, 'Mommy is that you?". I said, 'Yup!' while spinning around to go the opposite way. Bill had fallen asleep on the couch. So I quickly turned around, went to the top of the basement stairs which were the old farmhouse type, very short treads, very steep, and started down with my bags to hide them before Jamie saw them. I was wearing a long winter coat, my heel got caught on the hem, and down I went like a tumbling windmill. I remember seeing the cement block wall foundation at the bottom of the stairs rushing at me. I was thinking, this is gonna
hurt! Then I remembered that some of the gifts were breakable, and started to windmill some more....felt my shin get gashed on a step, my shoulder bash into the step...whacked my head good, and just when I thought I'd kiss the wall real hard, something caught me, felt JUST like a pair of arms. Then I was plopped onto the bottom step. My head spun from stopping so quickly, and I looked up and around expecting to see Bill. Nope, nothing. Then I heard a mans deep voice, gruffly say...
'Take your coat off next time, you fool!' real close, right inside my head, not in my ears. It was sooooo shocking I just sat there in a lump on the bottom step, jaw open, eyes popping. Then I heard Jamie calling me again. I started shaking, couldn't breath. Jamie yelled again...then came to the top of the cellar stairs and asked if I were OK. At this point Bill had waken up from Jamie yelling to me. I told him I fell down the stairs and was hurt. He came and got me up, but first I made him ditch the goodie bags in the canning cellar. He helped me up the steps, helped put bandaids on my gashes, checked me over, and we both decided I has gonna live. We put Jamie to bed once she was sure I was OK, lots of hugs and kisses. Bill was concerned about my color, and his exact words were...'You look like you've seen a ghost! Why are you so pale, is anything hurting inside?' I hadn't told him what happened yet, so I did. He kind of shrugged it off, saying I was pale because I scared myself falling. I said, 'Whatever!' Then I limped back down the stairs to stash the goodie bags better. I said out loud, 'Thank You!' I heard a 'Hmpphhh' like someone was exasperated. I spun around, no one was there. I said, 'I meant it...and I'll take my coat off next time I come down the stairs!' No answer. So I started putting the goodie bags back behind stuff on the upper shelves of the canning cellar. Heard someone on the stairs, figured it was Bill checking on me. Finally finished hiding the loot, turned around, and Bill is half way down the stairs, looking spooked
to say the least. 'What's the matter?' I said. 'Who was just coming up the stairs? I thought it was you but you're still in the canning cellar!' I said, 'I heard the same thing...That must've been my ghost!'