I’ve a couple of ghost pictures to share and a true story to tell that was told to me by my mother. Read and enjoy the tale then decide how you’d answer this question….
Do you believe in ghost?
My parents had just returned to America. Being young with a large Irish family already forming in their embrace, my father accepted his uncle’s inexplicable offer to let us stay in the old family estate. After all ~ no one was living there.
Not more than a week after moving into the house my father was off on another business trip and mother was left there to finish unpacking in this beautiful two story home with two young sons, ages eleven and twelve, and her twin baby daughters, me and my sister. What my father had forgotten to tell her … spoke up for itself later that night.
The thunderstorm rumbled. Bright flashes and bolts of lighting splashed across the sky and the black clouds rolled like giant bowling balls across the heavens, frightening my brothers. They decided to take refuge from the storm, sleeping in my parent’s room on my absent father’s side of the bed…of course, my older brother now claims; it was to protect our mother. Me and my twin? We were tucked safely way in our crib sound asleep in the next room.
The hours ticked by. The boys feel asleep as the storm moved on and mother put her book down to rest for the night, it was close to nine o’clock now. The moment she turned the nightstand lamp off and snuggled down into her covers, the sound of someone entering the house stirred the silence. Then a light down stair in the living room came on. A few sounds in the kitchen brought her up in the bed with a start. She sat there listening, her heart pounding as the gradual sounds of people arriving filtered up the stairs. She woke my brothers to listen.
They too heard the noise from down the steep, dark staircase. Seeing my mother was too terrified to move, my older brother decided to be brave and stop the intruders. After all he had to live up to his image. At six years old he’d been honored with an award of bravery for stopping a robber at a toy store…now that he was all of twelve…he had to step up. It was one thing to be afraid of a bad thunderstorm; you couldn’t control God’s will. But for him to fear another human just wasn’t in his book. He could control the situation and he did.
Taking my young brother with him for back up, he crept down the stair. The noise got louder and it seemed more people had suddenly arrived, but the minute he peeked around the corner the doorway into the room he was greeted with silence and an empty space. No one was there. No one alive anyway. Realizing this was not a situation he could deal with he ran across the room, turned off the light and headed back to my parent’s room to tell my mother no one was there. It had to be ghosts.
Once they had mother calmed and reassured no one was in the house, they settled in again for a nights rest. A few minutes passed then like a snap all the lights down stairs went on and the sounds of people talking, laughing and crying echoed at full pitch.
Mother and the boys sat up in bed with hearts pounding like humming bird wings. Suddenly, fear covered them in sweat as they heard male foot steps thumped up the stairs. Terrified of ghosts, my brothers hide under the covers cowering in fear. My mother stared in horror as she watched the adjacent bathroom light come on, but she saw no one enter the room. The door swung shut and after a moment the toilet flushed. The door opened and she heard the ghostly steps walk down the hall and stop at the doorway of our room. The moment the heavy footsteps entered the room my mother screamed at my brothers,
“The ghost is in the twin’s room! Go get them!”
Needless to say, neither boy moved from under the covers. And even though my mother could tell the ghost was attempting to wake us, she was paralyzed with a terrifying fear that came from a horrifying childhood experience, leaving her unable to come to our rescue.
The twin babies … we didn’t know we weren’t suppose to see and hear ghost at that age - so we answered the ghost with coos and laughed at whatever the ghost did.
For the next three nights this event repeated itself. It wasn’t until my father returned on the forth day and saw my mother had repacked the entire house for MOVING OUT that he told her what she’d heard was just the family wake of my great-grandfather. Every year for those three days the wake repeated itself.
The odd part about the repeated haunting was the fact that not just one ghost, but several of the ghosts stepped out of the patterned reenactment to visit with the newest additions to the clan…me and my sister.
Here is a photo of my twin and me together in sin city with an unexpected ghostly orb to my twin’s right. Not so scary, but look at the photo below.
This picture was taken by Dirk, a friend to a writer friend of mine. He told her he took the photo of this ghost in his house on his cell phone. Spooky – I sure wouldn’t want to run into this spirit, would you?
So, we are back to the question I asked at the start of this tale … DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOST?
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