Tag Archives: Ghosts

Countdown to Halloween – Day 21

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Countdown to Halloween – Day 21

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Poem # 21

SPECTER’S PRAYER

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Twisting, turning in their graves

Souls want out tonight.

Tangled in their silken shrouds,

No one hears their plight.

A Specter of their former selves,

They claw with bloody nails…

They struggle inside their coffins, dark…

No one hears their wails.

Come closer, you who walk nearby,

Release us from this plane.

Our spirits now just ectoplasm

That death will not lay claim.

Sobbing now, we feel the chill

Of centuries gone by…

Please rescue us, oh mortal ones…

You see…we did not die.

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© 2018 BS

 

Mystery of the Missing Pill

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Mystery of the Missing Pill

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So, being the usual klutz that I am, there was a small incident last evening.

I knocked my weekly pill container off the cabinet, and all the little doors opened and out spilled all the pills, on the floor.

I immediately gathered them all up and put them back (after wiping them off!) in the separate places, but one was missing.

Now, each day has 2 pills, one for morning and one for evening. I don’t usually forget to take one, so they should all be an even number in the container. But, one was missing!

I looked, and looked, all over the kitchen, where they fell. Still couldn’t find that one missing pill. It was gone somewhere. It wasn’t a big deal, as I have more I can take, but I didn’t want the cat to accidentally eat one.

And, it bugs me to think why would there be only one pill in one segment, when I know I put the right amount in all of them when I renewed the weeks worth.

So, where is the missing pill? I still haven’t found it! Did it fall through a black hole, or into another dimension, or a parallel universe. Will it show up at a later date? I’ve dropped lots of things before, such as an earring, and it was totally gone, but then showed up later. Why is this? I blame my house ghost of taking things all the time, which is a fact. Maybe they wanted to try out my medicine?

Well, you can see how my thoughts always turn to the mysterious conclusions. No secrets there, as that’s just how I am.

Meanwhile, I’ll wait and see what happens. 🙂

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© 2018 BS

Spooky – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Organ

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Spooky – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Organ

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 21/18

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “organ.” Talk about an organ or base your post on the theme of them … or one. Have fun!

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So here we go, with the new prompt word of the week. It is ‘organ’.

I’ve been trying to think of something to say about this. I don’t want to write about organs, as in body, or organizations, or organizing, but I will.

Body organs = if they keep taking them out of me, I won’t have any left

Organizations = I don’t belong to any now, but I was a Girl Scout for awhile. That’s an organization.

Organizing = I can’t do it. I’m the most disorganized person you’ll ever know.

Now…oh yeah, I forgot about the musical instrument called an organ. I don’t play one. I do have a funny story about one, though.

Years ago, my friend and I were prowling around a big, historic local church. Just us. It was late at night. I don’t know why we were even in there, but we thought no one else was there, and it was dimly lit and spooky. We kept hearing strange and weird music coming from somewhere, so we started exploring. It sounded kind of pretty, but still spooky, when we didn’t think anyone else was there. We looked in all kinds of rooms, up stairs and down in the basement, into shadowy corners, and nooks and crannies. Finally, we found where it was coming from. Some person was playing a giant pipe organ. I guess they were practicing for church services, I don’t know. They didn’t notice us peeking at them, even though we watched for awhile.

At least we thought that’s what and who we saw. Could have been a ghost musician for all we knew. We got out of there, and didn’t speak of it to anyone else.

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© 2018 BS

 

 

My True Ghost Story for Halloween

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My True Ghost Story for Halloween  

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This is a true ghost story. It happened in the house we live in now.

THE LEVITATING MIRROR

Levitate, levitation, levitating…to rise or float in the air esp. in seeming defiance of gravitation; the act or process of levitating – esp. the rising or lifting of a person or thing by means held to be supernatural.

Our bedroom mirror levitated…by itself!

We’ve lived here in this house for quite a few years, now, and we are only the second family to have lived here. We met the previous owners, and they are not weird, and no horrible thing ever occurred in this house, that we were made aware of. It’s just that the paranormal seems to follow me around, no matter which house I’m in.

The mirror in question, was a used one…one of those kind of tall ones that fit onto a dresser. It wasn’t bolted on, though, just propped up against the wall, and dresser top. The dresser was covered with all kinds of junk that accumulates, such as papers, bills, a glass lazy-susan that held coins, pens, watches, and miscellaneous items. There was a box of papers, a piggy bank, a belt, some cards…well, the whole top was covered in stuff.

I was sitting in the dining room, doing some scrap booking. The bedroom where the mirror was, was one wall away and in front of me. We have four cats, but they were all sleeping in the far back bedroom. It was quiet in the house…no TV on, no music playing. Suddenly, I hear a terrible crash coming from the bedroom. I went to see what it was. I found that the mirror had fallen onto the carpeted floor, and shattered.

What was so strange was that absolutely nothing in the bedroom or on top of the dresser had been disturbed at all! Not one thing had fallen off to the floor. There was no way the mirror could have just fallen frontwards in the first place, because of all the stuff on the top of the dresser. It couldn’t have slipped from the bottom, either, as it would have knocked off the stuff.

All I can believe, is that somehow, the only way…the only way this happened, was that the mirror levitated itself, going up and over the things, silently, then turned itself sideways to the dresser, then crashed down onto the floor. That’s when I heard the crash! I ran in, and saw it laying on the floor, sideways to the dresser, mirror glass side down…on carpet. The sound of breaking glass had been loud, though!

What is also surprising, is that it did not scare me at all. I was just like, well, gotta clean up the glass shards. I’ve gotten so used to objects flying around the houses I’ve been in, that it has become the normal thing. I had a bit of a time, trying to get that mirror up off the floor, as it was pretty heavy. I couldn’t just lift it up and take it out. I had to drag it all the way through the house and out to the garage. It stayed out there for a long, long time; we just recently got rid of it. Nothing else ever happened with it.

That incident was only one of several, here in this house. I’ll tell more in another post, and also things that happened in other houses I’ve lived in.

Hope your household goods stay put, because mine sure don’t!

© 2014 BS

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Haunted

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“Haunted”

Creaky floors

Creaky doors

Noisy ghosts abound

Graveyard near

Fuels your fear

Ghosts do swirl around

Skritchy scratch

Unlocked latch

A eerie, ghostly sound

Draw the curtain

Must be certain

Ghosts remain underground

House so creaky

Ghosts so freaky

Try not to come unwound

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For dVerse Poets – Quadrille # 43 (write to the prompt word ‘creak’, and use only 44 words)

Quadrille #43

Thanks for hosting, Grace!

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© 2017 BS

Wisdom from a Chair?

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Me: pacing the floor.

Chair: There she goes, again.

Me: looking out the back door, watching rain come down in torrents.

Chair: She thinks pacing and looking out the door will help.

Me: looking out the front door, watching rain come down, flooding the yard and street.

Chair: Hey, stop with the pacing, already!

Me: stops in front of the TV to check weather radar

Chair: Yeah, it’s raining out there, settle down!

Me: looking in junk drawer for flashlight, checking for batteries, not finding any.

Chair: (sigh) Would you just come sit down? I’m nice and comfortable.

Me: looking around the room. “Did someone say something?”

Chair: Oops…

Me: speaking to room, “Okay, you ghosts, I know you’re there.”

Chair: Sheesh, she blames everything on the house ghosts.

Me: jumping at the sound of crashing thunder. “That was close. Come on, Cricket, let’s go hide.”

Chair: I give up.

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© 2017 BS

PLEASE INTRODUCE YOURSELF # 23

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For Nano Poblano and National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo)

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“Please Introduce Yourself”

Hellloooo! Don’t mean to scare you, but I am the nice lady’s Spirit Candle. I’m happy to be here at her house, and I’ve been here at least a year or so. I haven’t played any tricks on her…yet! haha… Anyway, here’s my story. The nice lady wrote it a pretty long while ago, and I like it, because it’s all about me! 🙂

SPIRIT CANDLE

I have this candle. It sits on the shelf in my living room, in a square, glass jar. It is red, smells good, like spice, and is named “Christmas Spirit”. I’ve had it awhile, but have never lit it. My sister gave it to me because she was scared of it.

You may think that’s a strange reason to gift me with the candle, but I don’t. She knows I love all weird and paranormal things, and this candle had been acting ‘weird’ over at her house. I think she’d bought it at a yard sale, along with some others, a long time ago. She had this one and the others sitting out on her kitchen table, as she was thinking of getting rid of them, now.

She gave me the candle, and told me this spooky story about it. … She was sitting at her table, early one morning, while the house was quiet. She was sipping her coffee, when all of a sudden, the glass lid on the ‘Spirit’ candle popped off with a loud noise, and flew off across the room. It landed quite a distance away, but didn’t break. She was lucky it did not hit her, as it went flying by. There was no rational reason for the lid to come off the glass jar. The table was not jiggled, the room was an even temperature, and the lid had been securely fastened down on top of the jar. She had never burned the candle, either.

So, that’s why she was scared of it…maybe it was possessed, or would do it again at any given moment. Anyway, now I have it. I’ve been waiting for it to do something else…hoping it would flip it’s lid again…anything. I thought that being over here, at my house, with the resident spirits and ghosts, would trigger an incident, but so far it hasn’t. I wish it would.

Could it be that the ‘spirits’ in the Christmas candle are happier now, being around others of it’s kind? I don’t know, but if it does do anything else strange, I’ll let you know.

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© 2016 BS

JNW’s 31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN PHOTO CHALLENGE – DAY 5 – HAUNTED

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JNW’s 31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN PHOTO CHALLENGE – DAY 5 – HAUNTEDpumpkin-161650_1280

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Haunted

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MY GRAND-MA’S HAUNTED HOUSE

My Grandma’s house always had a spooky feeling to it. As a kid, my cousin and I would spend the night over there in the back bedroom…even though we were scared of that room.

It felt like something was watching us from up in the NW corner of the ceiling. One night we heard what we swore were babies crying in the living room, so we sneaked in there to have a look.

The room was dim, but no lights were on. What we saw was the old rocking chair, just rocking back and forth…no one was sitting in it. Could this have been a ghost, rocking a ghost baby? I don’t know, but that is what we believed.GE DIGITAL CAMERA

Here’s a picture of the house today. It looks like a regular old house, doesn’t it? I don’t know who lives there now, but I always wonder if they have weird things happen in there like we used to, all those years ago. It looks about the same as when my grandparents lived there.

My next post will tell more about the creepy things I felt in and around the garage, which is over to the right, and back a bit.

Hope you’re enjoying hearing about my paranormal experiences!🙂

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SPOOKY GARAGE

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SPOOKY GARAGE

Have you ever felt like an unseen presence was watching you? You get that creepy feeling, maybe your hair stands up on the back of your neck, or you get hyper sensitive of any stealthy noises? Your ears want to hear something, anything, but you don’t…you just feel an overwhelming need to leave where you are. You are being watched. You don’t know who it is…or what it is, but you can sense they are there.

I have had this feeling lots of times. The most frequent was at my Grandma’s house…the one from my previous story. I could feel someone or something watching me in that back bedroom, which was scary, but the strongest feeling of this was in the garage. It was an old wooden and stucco outbuilding, right by the house. It was big enough for one car, and some items hanging on the walls on either side. The floor was just dirt, and there were two doors you’d have to open to get the car inside or out…no automatic garage door on this old place. The whole structure seemed kind of rickety, and there was always a musty smell, of old dirt and car parts. Nothing sinister, just the usual homeowner’s garage filled with tools, and other items.

However, if you went further into the garage, there was another door. Back behind where the car was parked, was a flimsy door. When in that little back room you could feel the weirdness. It didn’t look very strange, just a bunch of canning jars, and miscellaneous stored items, some junk from the house being stored. My cousin and I would always beg to go prowl around in there, though, mainly because it was spooky, and we liked to look at all the stuff.

The very best part, we thought, was an antique trunk. It must have belonged to some long lost relative, I don’t know, but it had all kinds of interesting things in there to look at. There were clothes from a bygone era, mementos, and a strange little box with this person’s hair in it…sort of a long tress of brown and gray, tied with a ribbon. It was fascinating!

Just as we’d get really into our discoveries, though we’d get spooked, because we could definitely feel/sense that we were being watched. Maybe it was the original owner of the trunk, but we never saw anyone…ghost or otherwise. We’d try to stick it out and keep looking, but it never failed, there would come a point where we had to run, run as fast as we could out of there, before the unseen entity grabbed at us.

I went in there lots of times by myself, even when I was told not to, but I couldn’t resist. I never knew what ever happened to that old trunk when my Grandma moved away. Wish I did.

Do you ever get the creepy, being watched feeling?

One more note: Later on, when my Grandma would go out of town, she’d ask me to come over to water plants, get the mail, and just check that all was ok with the house while she was gone. I would do it, but I’ll tell you what…I did it in a hurry, because being in that quiet house all by myself, was almost too much to take. I could feel the watcher’s eyes on me the whole time!

Thanks for reading my true ghost stories! Next time I’ll tell you some things that happened in my own houses over the years!

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© 2016 BS

SHARE YOUR WORLD – 2016 – WEEK 26

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Here we are again with the questions from Cee and answers from me! It’s Share Your World time! Yay!

Find out how to join the weekly fun, and see other’s entries by clicking the link below:

Share Your World – 2016 Week 26

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Q1 – What’s your most memorable (good or bad) airplane flight?

There have been so many! I love flying, and have been lots of places, but I’ll go with my very first trip by plane. It was 1970…destination Hawaii! My husband was taking his R & R from serving in the Army in Viet Nam, and I was meeting him in Hawaii. We had a week of fun!

The flight was on Braniff Airlines, which isn’t in operation any more. I didn’t know what to expect from traveling by plane, but there were no problems, just a long time in the air. We got to see a movie, eat a nice meal, and even got a perfume sample. Here’s some photos of my souvenirs.

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Q2 – How many bones, if any, have you broken?

None, and knock wood that I don’t.

Q3 – If you had your own talk show, who would your first three guests be? (guests can be dead, alive, famous, or just someone you know)?

I would want the fan-fictional characters I write about to be my guests. Steve and Ghost have been with me for so many years, in my head, and in my writing, they seem to be real people anyway to me.

Next, would be the American author, writer, poet, Michael Xavier. He writes the most amazing poems. I would just like to listen to him read them.

And, since this is a fun wish, I’d like to have a big group of all the bloggers I follow, and who follow me, to be my guests. It would be fun to meet everyone in person. However, since quite a few of us are introverts, get anxious in crowds, and are maybe like me, feel I write better than I can talk in a conversation, we could all just say hi, and stare at each other, while in our heads we’re planning our next blog post about the meeting on my talk show. 🙂

Q4 – Make a ‘current’ list: what are you watching, listening to, eating, needing, wanting, and missing right now?

Ok, so currently I’m watching the words appear as I type them up there on my PC monitor. I’m listening to the evening news on the TV, only looking at it occasionally. I finished my coffee w/French Vanilla cream, and my bite sized Butterfinger candy, and now have my non-alcoholic beer. I am needing to go to the bathroom, but want to finish this first. I am wanting more hours in the day to do all the stuff I want to do. I want to do some art projects, I say I am, every day, but never get to it. I am missing my kitchen timer thing. It’s a little manual one, with a chef character. It’s gone missing for a few days. I keep it in the same spot, so where did it go? I think my resident ghost is playing tricks again. I finally got my knife back, and my shirt, so I guess I’ll someday get my timer back, when the ghost is done with it. You think?

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That’s all the questions for this week! Hope you enjoyed it!

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© 2016 BS

SEVENLING

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In every dim room, I’ve searched for

The meaning of life, how the spirit survives,

And ghostly apparitions.

A slammed door, a fluttering shutter,

a shudder felt deep in my bones,

As it grows darker.

I haunt the weary of heart.

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© 2016 BS

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Singeing sage, consulting crystals,

And eyeing scrying,

I ask my questions.

Oscillating orbs, gauzy ghosts, and soundless spirits

Are my companions.

Slowly I spin 3 times…

I close my eyes to see.

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© 2016 BS

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Written in the form of Sevenling (3 lines, lists of 3, 1 final line, 2 stanzas) for dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – The Sevenling.

dVerse Meeting the Bar: the Sevenling

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