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Ghost stories
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ursulav posted this morning about plausible ghost stories. I considered commenting, but these stories are pretty boring. Whether they're plausible or not, I couldn't say. I don't even believe in ghosts. But they're mine.
1. Shortly after Ray and I returned from the UK, his parent's dog Sam died. The next day, we were all sitting in the den and I heard the rattle of his collar from the next room. He had one of those chokechain collars that made a very distinctive rattle.
2. When I moved back into the house I live in now (after the divorce was final and I had bought out Ray's share of the house), several of my friends had inexplicable accidents (tripping over nothing, things like that) while visiting me, culminating in Jen falling off a ladder while helping me paint. I went and sat on the stairs to the second floor and had a conversation with the resident ghost. I told him/her/it that they were welcome to live in my house but I was going to be living there too, so we needed to make peace with each other and he/she/it was not to be hurting my friends. Uninvited visitors or burglars were fair game. After that the random accidents stopped.
Except that She Who Shall Not Be Named fell down the stairs one night while visiting me. Huh. Wonder whether my ghost was defending me preemptively?
ursulav posted this morning about plausible ghost stories. I considered commenting, but these stories are pretty boring. Whether they're plausible or not, I couldn't say. I don't even believe in ghosts. But they're mine.1. Shortly after Ray and I returned from the UK, his parent's dog Sam died. The next day, we were all sitting in the den and I heard the rattle of his collar from the next room. He had one of those chokechain collars that made a very distinctive rattle.
2. When I moved back into the house I live in now (after the divorce was final and I had bought out Ray's share of the house), several of my friends had inexplicable accidents (tripping over nothing, things like that) while visiting me, culminating in Jen falling off a ladder while helping me paint. I went and sat on the stairs to the second floor and had a conversation with the resident ghost. I told him/her/it that they were welcome to live in my house but I was going to be living there too, so we needed to make peace with each other and he/she/it was not to be hurting my friends. Uninvited visitors or burglars were fair game. After that the random accidents stopped.
Except that She Who Shall Not Be Named fell down the stairs one night while visiting me. Huh. Wonder whether my ghost was defending me preemptively?
