That angry spirit was back. He was not used to females walking away from his attacks, not in life or death. He was a powerful being, and my “defiance” deserved “eternal punishment delivered by his righteous hand.” I was an affront to his Divine Presence. Um…yeah, if you could tone down the scary dance? It’s getting old.
Halloween! The veil between the worlds thins and we all hope for that contact, a brush with the beyond. Maybe you’ve lost someone special and you’d like just a little touch to show you they’re okay. That’s what happened to me.
Unlike flamboyant TV personalities, I’m not going to chase you down in the street, gasping, “Aunt Tilly says she buried the gold under the old oak tree in the backyard.” I’m not going to jump and shriek in reaction if a ghost brushes against me. I’m not that kind of medium.
Naturally, a medium and psychopomp would be drawn to a haunted house. I still remember the pained look on the real estate agent’s face when he disclosed the former owner had died on the premises. His closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead when I told him, “Ghosts don’t bother me. I grew up with one.” Not sure if it was relief or deepening concern.
Say “ghost” and most people know what you mean - the spiritual remnant of a deceased human that’s still perceptible (at times) by living humans. But are there different types of ghosts?
The ghost lady in the back seat wasn’t the first to hitch a ride with us, but she was clearly distressed. Thin, willowy, with her youthful beauty heavily scarred by sorrow, the dead lady kept looking longingly at my husband from where she perched behind him in the car. She was going to take a little extra effort.
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