Trigger warning: death, suicide, abortion.
Here we are, midway through spooky month. I haven’t done a damn thing either. Ok, that’s not entirely true. I read “The Sun Down Motel” by Simone St. James (read it!), and I’m almost halfway through “We Sold Our Souls” by Grady Hendrix (read it!), and I put up my decorations (need more!), but that’s it. I haven’t sat down for a scary movie. I haven’t gone to a pumpkin patch. I haven’t visited the decorated houses in my town. I have been trying to enjoy the weather, especially the cooler overcast days. But then a day like today happens and it doesn’t feel like fall or October. The sun is currently streaming through my windows as I type this, and it’s going to get to almost 80 degrees. Doesn’t Mother Nature know I’m trying to channel Morticia Adams?
In the spirit of the month, I have been thinking about spirits, ghosts, ghouls, whatever you call them, and I’ve recalled a few cases when I, or someone else, experienced something, whether they want to acknowledge it or not.
- My father is not one for the supernatural. He thinks ghost hunting shows are fake, and he can’t be bothered. However, several years ago, I found out that when he was a boy at his aunt’s house one day he watched a man walk in the backdoor straight to the basement. Seeing this stranger my father went to the adults to ask who just came into the house. Nobody could fathom who this person was, so they asked my father to describe him. He said he was wearing overalls and had a toolbox with him. It took them a moment, but it was determined that my father had seen the plumber who had died about a week prior.
- Fast forward to my late teens. My mother and sister had walked to my sister’s school for an event. The way they walked you could see into our dining room from the street behind the house. My sister looked and said, “Oh, Dad must be home.” I don’t recall if I came downstairs because I heard them come in or if it was a coincidence, but when they saw me they asked where dad was. They explained that while walking home they thought they saw our father in the dining room, but they couldn’t have because his car wasn’t in the driveway. He hadn’t come home yet.
- Another time, in this same house, I was running up the stairs to get something from my room. I stepped into the hall and stopped short because a black cat ran across my path. We didn’t have a cat.
- In college, there were tales of haunted happenings in various buildings around campus. As freshmen, of course, my friends and I wanted to check out the validity of one of these stories. It centered around a female student who died by suicide or who aborted her baby, or both. It was like a game of telephone, everyone had their version of what they heard. One of my friends had a video camera (yup, I’m old) and we snuck to the unused top floor of the dorm where people said the event(s) happened. Naturally, we claimed we felt a presence, the air felt weird, it felt as though we were being watched, all the things you would expect novice ghost hunters to say. However, the camera started acting funny and powered down as if the batteries died. We thought that alone proved a ghost was present, however, what clinched it for us was when we got back downstairs and the camera began to work again as if nothing had happened.
- Finally, I bring it back to my father. My mother died several years ago, and my father was with her when she took her last breath. What I learned two years ago was my father said he saw her soul leave her body, and he sometimes feels a tap on his back when he’s sleeping. He thinks the tap is from my mother.
I hope you weren’t expecting tales of terror, but aren’t the simple stories sometimes scarier? Not that these are, but they are more personal. I believe there are things we can’t explain. I believe some are benevolent, and some mean harm. Hopefully, I only come across the friendly things.
Do you believe? Have you, or anyone you know, experienced anything? What fall activities have you done? Scary movies watched and/or books read? Do you listen to scary/supernatural podcasts? Share all the things!
Happy haunting, Ghouls!