I haven’t posted about ghosts in a little while, and thought I’d share this encounter with you:
Hub and I went out the other night to a friend’s birthday party. It was being held at a club downtown, and the building is well over one hundred years old, lots of history and of course, ghosts! We got there early, and went upstairs and I looked around to see if any spirits were nearby. Hub took one look at my face and knew what I was doing.
I immediately got a hint of a female floating some ten or fifteen feet away. Her hands were on her hips, she had bright curly red hair, and looked disheveled. Her layered dress wasn’t very clean, and her face had the bumps and lines of woman who has lived a very hard life. She glared at me from across the room, and while to me, she seemed to be floating, from her perspective, she was standing next to a fire place. She was projecting a stubborn determination. The building had been remodeled since her time, but she only knew the floor she stood on, and the fireplace she stood by. Her arms crossed and she rubbed her shoulders and upper arms, she remembered being cold, and it was still affecting her. I said “Hi.”
“Yeah, what do you want?” She was surly, she didn’t like being talked to. She sneered and glared at me. I felt her anger like buzzing vibrations against my skin, that then focused on my forehead. “Want to stare at the dead whore? Is that it? Well this is my place, and I ain’t leaving it!” Her emotional vibrations began to give me a headache. She did not like people intruding on her space, did not like that I could see her. She resented being dead, but she also resented that some of the living could see her and treated her like a circus freak. She only wanted to be left alone and she wanted nothing more than to push my attention away.
“Alright.” I pulled back, and actually turned my head away from the spot she hovered in, rubbing the center of my forehead, which was still twitching and vibrating from intensity of her anger. Hub noticed and asked, “Are you getting anything?” “Yeah,” I answered, “But she’s not very happy. She’s over there.” I gestured and described the redhead and the fireplace. “She doesn’t really want to talk.”
“Oh really? Why not?” Hub wanted to know, and looking over he addressed the spot where she was still glaring. “We just want to talk a little. Nothing wrong with that, right?” I watched as a new look came over her face, surprise, and her anger started to melt.
“Who’s that?” She wanted to know. “Is that a man?” The spirit was suddenly interested. “That’s my husband.” I told her. Anger vanished and now she sparkled. She didn’t exactly become beautiful, but she did put on a smile and said. “A man! It’s been a long time since I talked to a man. Well, hello handsome!”
I don’t know exactly why this is, but dead cannot always see the living; maybe they’re too caught up in the memories of their lives. This was the first time I’d experienced a spirit not-seeing, then seeing a person next to me. Perhaps it was just a matter of her following where my attention went. Watching her transformation though, made me laugh, and I had to tell Hub what she’d said. I tried to mimic the lilt she put into her voice, which made us both laugh again.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us? That’s the polite thing to do, you know.” She demanded. I presented Hub, who waved and said “Hi.” He then asked me what her name was. “Ruby.” She answered. “He really is handsome, how’d you get so lucky? What a catch!” This really was a first for me, a ghost cooing over my husband. I described Ruby’s exclamations, and praise, which made us both laugh, and him glow. “Even the dead girls love me!”
Ruby’s whole attitude changed, especially when Hub joked with her flirtatiously. “Oh, I like him!” She forgot about her anger, but she still didn’t really want to talk to me. When I tried to offer to help her cross to the other side, she refused. “Nah! I’m okay here. Tell your cutie pie I said good bye.” Then she faded from my sight. Naturally I passed on her farewells, which made us both laugh again.
Not every spirit wants or is ready to move on, Ruby clearly wasn’t. I don’t try and force them, or make them cross over, in fact, I’m not sure I could. It’s always at the spirits own choice. Ruby didn’t put in any more appearances, and we left later on without any more ghostly encounters. But Hub was more than pleased that he’d finally spoken to a ghost.