Let me say first that I am not one of these mystical or very woo woo type of people. I don’t carry a crystal in my pocket or even read my horoscope. But last summer I met a ghost that let me know that there is something else out there that exists all around us. I may not understand it completely – some of it really scares the heck out of me!
I’d moved into a new apartment and was very excited to finally have my own place. For more than 8 years I’d had roommate after roommate and it was totally cool to get my own digs. I mean, sharing a bathroom with someone is a real drag if you know what I mean! So I was very involved in decorating and putting my furniture exactly where I wanted it. I wanted my new place to be perfect. I may be no Martha Stewart but I thought I was doing a really nice job of things.
At the time I was working two jobs. My secretary job and a waitressing job part time on the weekends. The waitressing job keeps me in good shape and the tips are terrific. I say why join a gym when you can waitress and someone else pays you for doing a workout? But then again sometimes all of that work can make me a bit tired. That’s how I was feeling when I was working late at night putting together a cabinet for my home entertainment system.
I took a sip of my soda and nearly spat it out as I realized I could feel a HAND on my shoulder! Now this hand felt as real as my hand or your hand would feel to any of us. I looked around and of course I was alone in my tiny shoebox of an apartment. I felt like an idiot but really I think you would have turned around too. Thank god I was only drinking soda and not alcohol that night.
I went back to putting together the cabinet except I felt a bit shaky. The hand came back! “Who are you and what do you want?” I said loudly. A downstairs neighbor tapped hard on the ceiling but I didn’t care. I was totally freaked out. I really didn’t know what to do. Id never had an experience like this before. Now with no roommate there was no one to go and talk to. It was the middle of the night. Too late to call my elderly mother and ask her for some comfort. I knew she probably would have comforted me if I called but really, we have to grow up sometime.
“You don’t belong here. I want you out of here!” I said. This time I spoke in a rational, even toned voice. I could feel tingles on my neck. I felt more relaxed and went back to making my cabinet. I finished the work and finally went to bed very late, or rather quite early in the morning.
I ran into my landlord the next day. “Did uh, anyone strange ever live in that apartment?” I asked hesitantly. Part of me wanted to know and this other part of me really didn’t.
He laughed a big belly laugh. “No one really stranger than anyone else. The last tenant was a carpenter. He died of a heart attack about six months ago. Made beautiful furniture. Hope that doesn’t weird you out too much – the being dead thing.” I shook my head silently.
It’s nice to know my neighbors are coming around and being friendly to offer a hand. Now I’ve just got to keep the dead ones from offering their assistance!
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