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"Just once or twice there's a feeling of something
Not yet done with, an intensity that remains..."
(Greg Hill)I'd like to share something that happened this weekend. Georgina, my friend, is a lovely lady who usually gives the impression of being a "bit dreamy and spacey." She had not been over for a long time thus she was eager to see our basement remodel. I was showing her around when she suddenly said: "I don't want to scare you, but there's someone here." I should have been puzzled but I wasn't, for some reason Georgina's words made sense. They were a confirmation to certain feelings and unexplained sensations.
Only in this house have I felt as if someone was standing behind me. Only in this house have I heard doors closing by themselves. Only in this house I've felt strangely uneasy. My daughter also feels this way and she refuses to stay here alone at night.
It all started right after we moved. A strange incident here, another one there. I became curious as to the history of the house and talked to the oldest neighbor, Rita, who told me the previous owner was very sick and had actually died here. She did not ridicule my uneasiness and reassured me if what I felt was indeed his ghost, I had nothing to worry about because "he really was a nice man."
Moving was totally out of the question so I learned to cope and tried to ignore the feelings with one mission in mind: spread good, positive vibes and hope that whoever or whatever was here would realize we meant no harm. After a while all activity stopped. I was able to do the dishes without that odd feeling of having someone be right behind me, and I even felt comfortable to roam about after everyone was asleep. My daughter's fears subsided, though not completely.
Lately, the calm has been disrupted when Abby has jumped out of my arms barking frantically, hairs on her neck and back standing up, growling and looking intensely at an empty corner in the room. This behaviour is strange, she is a loving, sweet, and extremely friendly puppy. Whatever she sees makes her very anxious and upset and while I can't see it, I know it's quite real to her. I was glad when my husband could witness one of these incidents. However, he insisted she might have heard a noise (we both know there was none)
Whatever the reason, and at the risk of sounding superstitious, ridiculous, or foolish I know we share our home with something or someone. I can't explain it logically nor prove it, nevertheless, it's as real to me as the sunshine on my window.
Life must go on, it's business as usual. Today I went and bought fresh flowers, played soft music, and baked blueberry muffins. Surrounding our home with beauty, peace, and harmony is the only way I can feel safe and be at ease.