Ever since moving into this house back in the early 90s, I've become quite accustomed to living with ghosts. The former owner was pretty nasty to say the least, and there was evidence that he was quite abusive even when we simply toured the house with the realtors. Not to mention it had such a cheery exterior! Dark grey, chipping paint, cracked windows, all of those nice things. But when we first settled in, there was definitely something unpleasant drifting around. A few metaphysical types were brought in to do some purification of the area, and even they refused to go up to the attic. Given we didn't find any dead bodies, but there was a rather nasty batch of energy. That was hence termed Ghost #3. It might not be a ghost, but... Don't get picky,
Ghost #1 would be Charlie. I have no idea why he's named that, but he's suspected to be the builder and first owner of the house. He was the first actual ghost detected in the house, and seemed to be fairly welcoming. Charlie's typically a nice, quiet ghost, though he tends to stomp around in the main bedroom and former study (now another bedroom) while we're all downstairs. He's occasionally been felt passing through the wall between the two rooms at night, and has yet to actually communicate, but he's just left to do what he wants.
Ghost #2 is a little cat ghost named Waldo. Shortly after moving in, his grave was found in the backyard with a plaque stating his name and year of death, but the plaque has since been lost along with his grave. Thank you irony. In any case, Waldo is the most active of the ghosts, being spotted moving around out of the corner of one's view, heard meowing or drinking water, and even felt sitting on the bed. He's also a pleasant ghost, though seems to pick on our living cat now and then. Just can't spoil a playful spirit with death.
Ghost #3 as mentioned before isn't really quite a ghost. It's a residual mass of negative energy that's slowly shrunken over the years, but still remains quite a nuisance. It roams the house freely and can cause anxiety and tension, along with brief glimpses of a darkened figure, but tends to pick a spot to reside in most. As it was kicked out of the attic early on, it took up residence in the main bedroom for several years. But once the room was rearranged and redone, it went tearing through the house for a week, leaving us all at each others' throats before settling in a new spot. How fortunate this spot would be my closet. Before I realized just what was causing it, I had frequent nightmares and felt a constant unease while in the bedroom. But once #3 was recognized, it was sealed off from causing so much trouble in there, not that it was happy about it. Since then, #3 has been a more tame presence around my room, and I usually don't bother it when it stays in the closet. A cautious truce. Hopefully though, this time it'll just stay put. |