Have you ever wondered if the moon plays a part in how often ghosts appear or seem to be more active in their locations? I have. And I have noticed lots of weird things happening when the moon is full. People and animals tend to act strange. I seem to have a heightened sense of things going on around me. I have noticed complete silence on some nights and then just the opposite - strong winds that feel 'weird' to me, night bird screams, dogs barking. I have even noticed waking up at exactly on or around the 3am hour on a few occasions on or around a full moon. Whatever the case, a similar situation happened a few weeks back.
One night making dinner we were in and out of the backyard, admiring the moon, trying to catch it on my good old digital and stiring up some spaghetti and sausage. I went to the drawer and started looking for a slotted spoon to test the timing of the spaghetti and for some reason, could not find either of the two I own. I looked on the counters, in the dishwasher, cupboards and even in my daughters room. Not a spoon to be found anywhere. Hell I even looked more than once, as my husband came in and asked me what I was looking for and cursing about.
He proceeded to tell me to calm down and helped me look. Again we went through and over every possible place they could be, to no avail. Finally I had to resort to some other method. We ate dinner and agreed to ask our daughter later if she had anything to do with the missing spoons.
And I'll be damned the next day. I opened the same drawer that they go in and that I had dug in 2 or 3 times the night before and both spoons lay right on the top like they had been there for a week. Finding them is what reminded me to ask the kid. "Did you have my two slotted spoons in your room somewhere, because I was looking for them last night." "No! Mom, why would I have your spoons in my room?" "Well that's funny...Papa and I looked all over the house for them last night when we were cooking dinner and couldn't find them anywhere."
Of course the only thing we could all come up with is perhaps our little ghost girl was playing tricks on us again. Stealing my spoons until I got pissed and then returning them when I least expect it. The nerve of the little ghost girl!
What I want to know is why ghosts play games with the living like that? Is it so we know they are there? Is it because they are trying to communicate? Is it because they miss the interaction and fun that was real life? Perhaps. Or is it something more sinister...perhaps to scare us, perhaps to frustrate us, to cause unrest in our families or even to push us to get out of what they consider 'their' space?
Ghostly things to ponder until next time.
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Unexplainable Scratch
Hello Ghost Hunting fans!
I finally have something to report from this past week. Let me just start by saying that earlier in the week, I stopped by the library to pick up a book for the upcoming classes offered this next semester. My co-worker Beth and I had decided that we wanted to take a jewelry making class.
Looking through the new catalog, I found this class of interest. WOW! Really? Offered through the library and taught by Arizona's Ghost Hunting experts themselves. Cool, huh?
Anyway, I had the catalog in my car when I got home from work. After I changed clothes and started relaxing a bit, Will asked me to come sit out front, he wanted to tell me a story. So we went out front, sat in our chairs and I settled in with a beer and a smoke for his story.
Will had gotten off work by noon, had done a little cleaning around the house and then sat down to watch some TV. He proceeded to tell me that while he was watching TV, he felt someone tug on the left sleeve of his t-shirt. At first he thought it was our dog Marley, perhaps pulling it with her mouth. But then he realized that Marley was laying down on the right side of him down the couch a bit resting.
It was shortly after this that he went to take a shower and noticed a scratch just to the right of his left eye. As we were talking, I asked him several questions about this. Did you get slightly hit with anything at work? Did you have something in your hand up by your face by chance? Was the dogs nails by your head at any point? The answers were all no. He said he simply noticed the scratch before his shower.
Now the weird thing is, Will gets lots of scratches on his hands, arms and legs at work. He is always got something going on and can always tell me how he got them. So for him to not be able to explain this one and it be on his face, that was just weird.
He also kept insisting I feel it. The weird thing is that this scratch was underneath the skin and not a scratch on top of the skin that would scab. More like a bruise underneath the skin only and not a surface injury. Of course, I just had to photograph it.
Now our ghost has never been violent, until of course the plate incident and now this. It makes me wonder if perhaps we have more than one? I am not sure. I really need to have someone come in I guess. But I am not sure if I have the balls to do that. I like the 'not knowing' and the mystery of our house. Perhaps digging that deep might just ruin it for us.
Anyway, it was here at this moment that I told Will it was real strange that he would mention these incidents, and I went and got the book for him to see the Ghost Hunting class.
Looks like next week we have 3 or 4 of us who will be attending. I can't wait! Especially since I have always been curious about that cemetary and Beth and I were just talking about it at work. It is literally just at the end of the street where we work.
Anyone else care to join us? Let me know!
I finally have something to report from this past week. Let me just start by saying that earlier in the week, I stopped by the library to pick up a book for the upcoming classes offered this next semester. My co-worker Beth and I had decided that we wanted to take a jewelry making class.
Looking through the new catalog, I found this class of interest. WOW! Really? Offered through the library and taught by Arizona's Ghost Hunting experts themselves. Cool, huh?
Anyway, I had the catalog in my car when I got home from work. After I changed clothes and started relaxing a bit, Will asked me to come sit out front, he wanted to tell me a story. So we went out front, sat in our chairs and I settled in with a beer and a smoke for his story.
Will had gotten off work by noon, had done a little cleaning around the house and then sat down to watch some TV. He proceeded to tell me that while he was watching TV, he felt someone tug on the left sleeve of his t-shirt. At first he thought it was our dog Marley, perhaps pulling it with her mouth. But then he realized that Marley was laying down on the right side of him down the couch a bit resting.
Now the weird thing is, Will gets lots of scratches on his hands, arms and legs at work. He is always got something going on and can always tell me how he got them. So for him to not be able to explain this one and it be on his face, that was just weird.
He also kept insisting I feel it. The weird thing is that this scratch was underneath the skin and not a scratch on top of the skin that would scab. More like a bruise underneath the skin only and not a surface injury. Of course, I just had to photograph it.
Now our ghost has never been violent, until of course the plate incident and now this. It makes me wonder if perhaps we have more than one? I am not sure. I really need to have someone come in I guess. But I am not sure if I have the balls to do that. I like the 'not knowing' and the mystery of our house. Perhaps digging that deep might just ruin it for us.
Anyway, it was here at this moment that I told Will it was real strange that he would mention these incidents, and I went and got the book for him to see the Ghost Hunting class.
Looks like next week we have 3 or 4 of us who will be attending. I can't wait! Especially since I have always been curious about that cemetary and Beth and I were just talking about it at work. It is literally just at the end of the street where we work.
Anyone else care to join us? Let me know!
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