life with out a ghost

I am sort of used to ghosts. Part of my childhood was spent in a haunted motel, and my years on the coast I had ghosts in the three of the four places that I lived. Its not really so spooky, you just talk to them, tell them what to do and treat them like the weird old relative that may not always act appropriately.

I had a little illegal apartment above main street, in an old building, that had been a sort of flop house nearly 30 years before. Sometimes at night there seemed to be a distant presence in other parts of the building, but it avoided me, and I just ignored it, still coming to terms with my on awareness and senses.

In Nye Beach there was a Thanksgiving Ghost that would visit. He was an old fisherman that would come and sit in the dining room. He was there about 4 days the first year and we just talked to him during meals and once I set a place for him. I invited him back the next year he stayed longer, glad of the company. Once he even showed up in march during a particularly stormy period on the ocean, we got used to him coming and going, but he got to comfortable and I had to tell him that he was not allowed to follow us into the bathroom or watch my daughter or I shower. Sometimes we could smell the smoke on his clothes when he came in, and he liked to follow the cat outside from time to time.

In Agate Beach there was a trapped memory of an abused little girl, and the ghost of a dog. the dog loved my daughter and used to sleep in her room with her. She got rather attached to it and then one day gardening, we found its skull out in the yard. The little girl was mostly outside but sometimes she was in the kitchen or the basement, she was very frightened and we had to set her free several times before the memory pattern began to fade out. We used to smell cigarettes in that house too. sometimes it was the moemory pattern of the man that had abused her, but we got rid of him pretty easily. After that is was just Grandma Chris passing through. She always had a smoke. She died in Texas and visited us occasionally for years both just before and after her passing. Usually she just showed up to tell my husband to call his mother.

I have not encountered an actual ghost in several years now, not even in creepy places that other people think are haunted. It is a little bit odd once I give it a bit of thought. perhaps I should join ghost hunters. lol