Tomorrow I hope to be rid of these pesky ghosts that are in my house.
Really, honestly I’m tired of waking up to something banging on my bed head, tired of things bumping the back of my chair, when I’m downstairs, alone in my music room…
Sick of wondering if I’m crazy, seeing things darting about from the corner of my eyes…
I know I’m not crazy, but you FEEL crazy….when you see the cat running down the hallway into your room and mid stride you see him being jerked backward, by some invisible hand seemingly pulling his tail……
Less crazy though when someone else saw it WITH you!
I know, I know, you’re reading this thinking…”this woman’s a nut case….hysterical, it’s all in her head…” and I wouldn’t blame you, especially if you’ve been following my blog because I know I do think, and write a LOT of nutty stuff.
I’m a little bit angry at my husband though because all he ever says is “Well….*I* haven’t seen anything!”
So, if HE hasn’t seen it himself, then it’s just not happening.
We once interviewed a guitarist, someone to join our band at the time.
This guy walked in the house and IMMEDIATELY I knew there was something a little “off” about him.
I don’t know….just a sense you get about a person…
My husband started nattering, as he does….in his own world…
After about fifteen minutes of talking to this guy, who had ALREADY introduced himself at the front door, he suddenly …reintroduces himself…” Hi, I’m Steve…” Like put’s his hand out to shake hands…
You know, my husband didn’t even NOTICE? Just kept on nattering.
Then, after a while, (My husband and I were both smokers….there was an ashtray….we’d BEEN smoking, he’d SEEN us smoking….) the guys says.
“Is it ok if I smoke?”
Then he starts telling us how he’s getting his pilot’s license….I’m thinking….”Hey ho, this is not GOOD….Please do not ever fly any plane *I* am on!”
After he’d left my husband was bubbling with excitement, full of praise….”What a brilliant guitarist!” (He was….could copy a song straight off, and WELL…knew all the chord changes the first time he heard something….amazing!)
I said to my husband, incredulously….”Did you not notice that the guy is really ODD?”
Nope….not a clue.
“What do you mean….odd?”
My husband didn’t pick up a thing, not a vibe, not a squidgeon of “….hmm, something weird going on here….”
He just doesn’t have that gut instinct….intuition.
Totally black and white!
I decided to do some detective work.
Phoned this guys last place of employment, just to you know….check him out (he WAS a brilliant guitarist.)
The person I spoke to said he was mad as a hatter….
He worked as a kitchen hand….they’d seen him “sliding around on the floor on his backside”.
We didn’t hire him for our band.
Another time hubby and I went to a local pub for a drink…..sat in the beer garden.
I kept glancing at a table of people not too far from us. I just sensed that something was going to happen.
They weren’t being overly rowdy, nor did they seem overly drunk, but there was just a vibe coming from the group that made me uncomfortable.
Over the loud music I tried to tell my husband that I wanted to move….go inside…
He couldn’t hear me…. was completely oblivious to anything going on around him.
Suddenly one of the men jumped up and tried to run across all the tables…Glasses went flying, smashed, the table tipped and he fell into the people, who fell off their chairs….
I don’t know.
I guess I just am more in tune with my gut instincts.
The only gut instinct my husband appears to have is for FOOD.
So….when he says to me “Well, *I* haven’t seen anything GHOSTY!”, it just makes me cranky.
No, of course not dear.
You could have an axe murderer, the blade dripping with blood, a severed head in his hand standing in front of you and you still wouldn’t twig that anything was amiss.
This evening I was downstairs making candles. I had been using the heat gun when I needed to go back upstairs to get something.
My daughter was down there talking to me…
I left her for a moment to duck upstairs and when I went to return I met her at the front door looking completely freaked out.
She was babbling about the “thing that lifted up in the air and fell on the table…..”
I didn’t know what “thing” she was talking about, and I had stuff to finish so I ushered her back down with me trying to work out exactly what she was trying to tell me.
When she calmed down a little she explained that a few seconds after I’d left the room, the heat gun, which had been standing up on it’s end where I left it, had suddenly lifted off the bench…turned sideways, about 20 cm above the bench, as though some unseen hand was holding it, and then it dropped..with a bang, onto the metal bench.
She got such a shock that she jumped up and ran out of there…
I know she left in a hurry because she kicked over a container of water that was on the floor (I’d rescued/contained a neighbours dog earlier and gave it some water in there.)
I know my daughter….she might exaggerate and embellish things sometimes, (don’t we all at times?) but she doesn’t make stuff up and she can’t fake being frightened…and she was frightened!
I was concerned.
This is all getting a bit too much to deal with now.
So, tomorrow some kind ladies are coming to take them all away…..somehow…and that is a good thing, because if this keeps up, they’ll be coming to take ME away…….ha ha , hee hee, hoo hoo…..
That’s me, having a moment of weirdness with a wig in the kitchen, last night in fact.
Yep, I’m just nuts.