Twice in the past two months, something strange has occurred in my house. The door to my office has been shut during the night. The first time this happened I thought I must have shut it before I went to bed. This is not something I do, but heck I’m getting old, maybe I did that one time.
It happened again on the morning of St. Patrick’s Day. This time I was a little weirded out. I opened the door. Everything was as I left it the night before. Because I like to have a reasonable explanation for things, and I am married to an engineer, I did a little experiment. I took the door and gave it a good swing. It barely made it to the door frame. It did not shut tight, the way I found it both times.
That left me with a dilemma. This did not happen on its own. No windows were open nor was the heater on that night. I even checked for earthquake activity. And although it was St. Patrick’s Day, there was not a leprechaun in sight.
So now I’ve checked into Spookyville. Like spirits from the other side. We have the ashes of a relative in the house. Or perhaps this is a warning from my deceased mother or grandmother. I have been writing about them lately. Not all of it is very nice stuff. Are they telling me to close the door on the past?
To get rid of the heebie jeebies* I had to talk about it to everyone I saw that day. I was quite surprised to find out most people have some kind of ghost story or psychic experience to share. Although I find this extremely fascinating when it happens to other people, I don’t want it to happen to me.
My daughter made me a heavy bookend in her sculpture class last year. It is of a sitting dog. It is now my office door guard dog. If I find that door closed again, it will be time for sage burning and spirit removal ceremonies. I just can’t say the “e……t” word. Linda Blair, you scared the dickens out of me.
The Guard Dog
