Do you believe in ghosts?
No, I'm not like the Osment kid. I don't see dead people.
I do however, believe spirits exist.
Good and bad.
And for whatever reason, some are more forceful in making their presence known, and some people are simply more susceptible to seeing and sensing them.
That's MY belief.
The first really scary book I read, at 13, was The Amityville Horror.
Shortly after came Carrie.
That was it. From then on I was hooked on the possibilities of the 'other world.'
Please don't send me email advising me to seek psychiatric care, or a priest.
I believe what I believe, and I believe we have angels on our shoulders, and shadows in our Korners and we simply all have to learn to live together.
I have also always believed that animals are super sensitive to ... things.
Once again, I believe what I believe.
So, all this spirit talk brings me to last night.
I'm sitting in the (w)rec(ked) room, on the computer, half watching TV.
Belle was curled up on the couch.
All of a sudden, she began growling.
Not the snarling, teeth bearing growl, but a really low, slow, deep in her throat growl.
I thought she was dreaming.
She'd take a breath, then start the low rumbling again.
She did this half a dozen times, before I finally leaned back in my chair to get a better look at her face, and realized she wasn't asleep at all.
Her eyes were open and focused on the other side of the room.
In the corner of the (w)rec(ked) room, sits the 100+yr old rocking chair that was in Dad's family, and an entertainment unit.
Belle was staring from one to the other, and growling and growling ... and growling.
I looked up the stairs, thinking maybe one of the boys was on the landing. But knowing at the same time she wouldn't growl at THEM anyway.
I looked over into the dark corner. Nothing. Obviously.
Belle wasn't as convinced.
She completely ignored my 'what is it girl', and in slow motion, uncurled herself, almost one paw at a time, off the couch and slowly approached the corner.
The low growl upped a notch, as she sniffed her way along the edge of the unit, and over to the chair.
Stopping. Staring. No more growling. Just staring. Then sniffing again.
Then, all of a sudden, she looks over at me, I gave her a 'what?' and she flies across the room over to my side, giving a backwards glance to the corner, before putting her head in my lap.
I won't lie. The whole thing was a little freaky.
I stared over into the corner.
What the hell was over there?
A little paranormal activity perhaps?
Then gave my head a shake, reminded myself I didn't want to know what was over there. Could live the rest of my live very happily, should I never experience it's wonder.
There's absolutely NO Ghost Whisperer blood in this chick!
And let me say it again, I don't see dead people, nor do I ever want to!
But ... the creepiness doesn't end there, my friends ;-)
For her good guard dog spirit, I took Belle upstairs for a treat.
I came back downstairs, settled myself at the computer again, and not ten minutes later, one of the cats comes along.
The quiet one.
The one you never see.
The one you never hear.
She comes out when SHE wants to and ONLY then.
I didn't notice her at first. I wasn't looking in her direction.
I had no idea she was there, until this strangled meowing burst through the room.
At ear piercing levels.
Over, and over and over and ...
I whipped my head towards the screeching, and there was kitty. Sitting in the exact spot Belle had been growling, sniffing and staring at.
My little mute kitty, staring and screaming at me, as if I'd just taken a hacksaw to the back end of her tail.
This went on for a good couple of minutes, until I did the only thing I could, that would undoubtedly end the madness.
I walked to the laundry room, shook the cat food bag, and topped off the bowl.
The sound of the bag was enough to snap her out of it, and send her running.
She was happy, I was happy the noise had stopped.
Whatever was in the corner? I'm hoping it's happy. Happy would be good ;-)
I know many of you completely disregard the possibility of ghosts and/or paranormal activity. And that's cool. I'm all for everyone having their own beliefs, and explanations for why unexplainable things happen.
For me, I still believe we have angels on our shoulders, and shadows in the Korners.
And considering over the last 30 some years, I've experienced my own unexplainable occurrences, and the fact this isn't the first time I've seen one of my animals act this way ... I'm sticking with the animals!
Now, where did I put that Dr Doolittle movie. Time to brush up on my Dog and Cat whispering ...
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Do you believe in ghosts?