I’ve been completely absent from social media for the last week or so because we’ve been in the middle of moving. Anyone who has ever moved knows what an all-consuming, body-and-soul-battering experience this is. I’ve been in over my head, is what I’m saying.
Because Sugar has been home for two and a half days of this move—his paycheck is a key component of this entire project—my parents have been in town to help me organize. Mamma is especially good at pantries and all things kitchen. Dad toted a thousand boxes of books upstairs to my office, then broke down the boxes after Mamma alphabetized and shelved my books. I don’t know what I would have done without my parents this last week.
But the crazy happened Sunday night after we’d dropped Sugar off at the airport to go back to work. Mamma and Daddy went to bed about ten thirty. We were all exhausted. I turned in about twelve thirty after a long hot shower. I slept pretty well until exactly five thirty when I woke to loud moaning and groaning. I hopped out of bed and ran upstairs to the door of the guest room, thinking something was bad wrong with one of my parents. But all was quiet on the other side of their door. I went back downstairs, checked the doors and windows, and went back to bed thinking maybe I’d been dreaming.
At six thirty, I awoke to an alarm. I hadn’t set an alarm. I checked the clock. It was silent, as was my phone. The beeping came from a box I hadn’t unpacked yet. I tore it open and dug through a mess of unrelated items until I found the weather station that has occupied the corner of my bedside table for years. It displays the temperature indoors and out. I never knew it also has an alarm clock feature. We’ve never used it, and it hadn’t gone off the previous three nights that unpacked box had sat in my new bedroom.
I finally got the dang thing to shut up and went to powder my nose before returning to bed. Y’all, when I sat down on that toilet, I nearly fell in—ladies, y’all have experienced this I’m sure. It happens every time a man you live with leaves the toilet seat up. Except Sugar had gotten on a plane at three that afternoon and my daddy has his own bathroom upstairs and a powder room downstairs and no reason whatsoever to wander into my bathroom. Also, I had used the bathroom in question myself before going to bed, and I assure you I did not raise the seat.
Let me tell you, I was spooked. I started wondering about the lady we’d bought this house from. She’s such a sweet lady. She and her husband built this house in 2008, but her poor husband passed away two years ago. I never asked her if he’d left this world for the next while in this house because I didn’t want to know.
I think we have a ghost.
Sugar has offered all manner of far-fetched explanations for all of the above, but I’m not buying any of them. I think we have a ghost who likes to play pranks. All things considered, this isn’t a bad thing. I can get all sorts of inspiration for Colleen from him.
Valerie Norris says
Yikes! A ghost! Well, if anyone can appreciate it, you can. A friend of mine lives in an old house in Tennessee and it has a history of being haunted. Not scary haunted, but just a teasing ghost. Even got investigated by one of those reality TV shows!
Hmmm….I wonder if I can get one of those reality shows in here… 🙂
Thanks for the idea, Val!
Jim Jackson says
So people will spare no expense to obtain new material. Happy for you that the move is (mostly – they never are fully are they?) over.
Haha! I would have changed careers before I went through this for material. 🙂 I’d forgotten how horrible moving is. Never again. Thank you!
Perhaps your ghost could come and visit my ghost.
Now THAT is an excellent idea! 🙂
kathleen Bittner Roth says
If you have the courage, just before you nod off to sleep, when you are barely awake, ask it what it wants. Even a dream could be an answer. 🙂
LOL! Kathleen, I may have to drink a bit of courage for that!
Alice Loweecey says
I use to be spooked by the thought of a ghost, after spending a weekend at the old south Pittsburg hospital in Tennessee, http://paranormalgeorgia.wordpress.com/2012/11/14/old-south-pittsburgh-hospital-blew-our-minds/ , Not anymore, they are simply spirits that have not passed over for one reason or another. The activity during the nights were astounding. I look forward to more similar adventures. A similar experience was located at the old Sheldon Church Ruins, SC. I have photos I can not explain.. Until these last couple of years I was a pessimist on the subject. I’m up for a ghost hunt any day.
Yvette, I agree–they are spirits that haven’t passed over to the hereafter for whatever reason. You’ve had some amazing adventures! A ghost hunt–that sounds fun! 🙂