The ghost with you

One day I was sitting in the kitchen with my son when the heavy glass vase on the kitchen counter EXPLODED. It was not near any heat source, including direct sunlight. There was no one near it. Nothing knocked into it. Of its own accord it just shattered into a thousand pieces.

My son and I looked at each other in stunned silence. Surely, there was some explanation? None that we could think of. We cleaned it up.

A week or so later, I was in the kitchen when a heavy glass fruit bowl on the kitchen table EXPLODED. Again, same scenario.

It was at this point, I suspended my disbelief and accepted the fact some spirit shenanigans were at play. This suspicion was confirmed by random brushes of something against my ankle from time to time while I was in the kitchen, along with other random unexplainable phenomenom.

Naturally, I assumed, my house which I moved into new was built on some graveyard or a murder site or something but it was a greenfield site that used to have a pitch and putt, nothing more.

The situation was getting out of hand so I decided to have a chat with whatever or whoever was unhappy in my household and said, look, I’m not leaving, so let’s chill and get along, I followed that with smudging the entire house. You have to be reasonable to spirits but you also have to give them a little nudge as well.

A year or so later, I saw that the county archeologist was doing a site excavation just up the road a bit. Apparently, there was some 5000 year old hill fort up there and an ancient civilization. So, I explained the carry on in my house to the county archeologist, prefacing it by saying, I know this sounds strange and you’ll think I’m mad… but he didn’t. He told me he’s seen and heard stranger things in this county in his time.

It might have looked something like this back in the day.

I asked him if I was close enough to possibly be part of the settlement and he said, oh yes, absolutely.

Anyway, there you are. I still get the odd feeling once in a while - pictures randomly falling off the wall for no reason, that sort of thing. I’m sure we don’t speak the same language but I don’t get the sense I’m in danger, maybe just a nuisance or they’re frustrated at not being heard. Or seen. Or alive anymore.

I’ve never been one to believe in this sort of thing but it’s hard to deny personal experience and evidence. I wonder if my house ever caught fire would they warn me. I feel that they would.