Ok, so here is the deal...DH and I have a ghost. Actually, if anyone were to ask my opinion [which they rarely do *snicker*], we probably have at least 3 as I can be sure of. In all reality though, there could definitely be more.
We moved into this house going on 6 years ago, and almost immediately we kept hearing heavy footsteps. Like a large man wearing heavy work boots walking through the parts of the house that have hard flooring. At first neither of us said anything to the other. One day, though, I heard the walking and asked DH what he was doing or where he was going. He yelled at me from the other end of the house and asked if I was talking to him. I walked in and looked at him, and he had been sitting on the couch the whole time with his headphones in. He hadn't been up walking around and definitely didn't have his boots on while he was sitting there. Hmm...
Since then we have had many different experiences to varying degrees, and they have convinced us that we have a ghost (or ghosts) in the house. Recently though one of them was feeling pretty noisy. Whoever [my current name for the ghost(s) until I have something more concrete to call him/her/them] made the sound of sighing in aggravation in my ear, whispered in my SIL's ear, and moved a necklace I had sitting on my dresser.
Because of the latest wave of activity, DH and I got to talking about the different things that had been going on. He had mentioned that he had felt like someone had been blowing on his ear or that there were little breezes on his ear or back of his neck. So one night when he was working late at our office I decided to try to emulate the ghost hunting shows on TV.
So, while the house was quiet, I grabbed one of my little cameras that records video [an accidental discovery since I only learned it was possible to do this on the 4th of July. I've only had the camera for 6 or 7 months - HA!]. I turned out the lights in the bedroom, sat on the bed and started talking out loud to see if I could get anything on audio or video. Nothing. I basically sat there for 13 minutes talking to myself in the dark. *sigh*
During the course of the taping I asked whoever it was that was messing with DH's ears to please stop it. See, DH really, REALLY hates having his ears messed with. So I told whoever to please stop messing with his ears, and to pinch his toes or something instead. I really did it with the intention of making DH more comfortable...you know...the whole ear thing.
So, not getting anywhere with the recording I hit the sack about midnight. Normally when DH is up late he will sleep in the spare room so that he doesn't wake me up [actually I think it has more to do with this rumor that I snore]. This night, though, he woke me up coming into the bedroom at 3 am.
ME: "What are you doing?"
DH: "I'm coming to bed in here."
DH: "Because something keeps messing with my toes!"
ME: [snort, giggle] "That's awesome!" [giggle that bubbles into a full fledged giddy laugh]
ME: [laughing as hysterically as possible when 1/2 asleep] "That's awesome!"
ME: "I asked it to do that on tape. I have it on tape." [pause - giggle] "That's so awesome!"
Of course he had no clue what I was talking about, assumed I was pretty much having a different conversation in my head, and went to bed. I, on the other hand, had so much adrenaline flowing from the validation that someone [other than the cats] was listening to me talk to myself that I had to get up an do some work until I calmed back down.
The next day, DH and I discussed what had happened, and he was stone cold shocked at what I told him. He described the feeling on his toes like someone was trying to grab a toe through the covers but couldn't quite get a grip because they would slip off. Apparently he wasn't amused and came running to sleep with his wife. =) HA!
I am forever under strict orders to not use him as a guinea pig unless he's been informed. [Party pooper!]
lustige bilder advent
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