Continuing with my theme from yesterday’s post, I’d like to tell you a ghost story. And not just any ghost story, but a TRUE ghost story. One that happened to me.
Now I don’t claim to know everything there is to know about the Universe and the Afterlife and what ghosts really are. Maybe they’re spirits of the dead, trapped between realms. Maybe they’re angels come for a visit. Or maybe they’re just residual energies bobbing around thither and yon for no reason.
But what I do know is that once upon a time I saw a ghost. Or at least something ghost-like. So, why don’t you sit back and relax while I tell you of my brush with the paranormal.
It was several years ago and I was visiting friends in a beautiful 17th century farmhouse in rural New Jersey. That’s right. The farmhouse was built in the 1600s. Before America was even America. Now if that isn’t a place ripe for haunting, I don’t know what is.
It was a cold night, the day before Thanksgiving, and we’d sat down in the living room in front of a roaring fire (The fireplace was seriously big enough to roast a cow. Whole.). I sipped carefully at my glass of wine, enjoying the rich, fruity taste.
As I sat there, glass in hand, staring into the heart of the fire I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It looked like a ball of bright, weight light. It felt like something more.
It went zipping through the room, high up near the ceiling. Much as the lady of the house might bustle from room to room, making sure all was in order and her guests well cared for. And really, that was the impression I got; that the energy was once the lady of the house. Her benevolence radiated from her in waves. She cared little for the mortals below, save that she was pleased her guests were enjoying themselves.
Now lest you think I was drunk and seeing things, let me put you straight. I am a lightweight, but even I can’t get drunk on two sips of wine.
Am I crazy? Delusional? Perhaps. Maybe I’m just over imaginative. There are those who would certainly agree with that!
But there is no doubt in my mind I saw something that night. Though what that something was is anyone’s guess.
How about you?
Have you ever had a brush with the paranormal? Have you ever had a run-in with ghosts? Do you think that ghosts walk among us?