I Ain’t Afraid of No Ghost
May 1, 2012 at 7:29 am | Posted in Life and Living | 3 CommentsTags: childhood fears, childhood memories, ghost stories, haunting, ouija, scary stories
One morning last week while I was stirring in bed, knowing that I had to wake up soon, something really weird happened. I heard the pop of the light switch in my bedroom and saw the lights go on. In a dazed state of mind, I called for my fiance, who was lying right next to me in bed, as was the dog.
Now, I’m not one who strongly believes in the paranormal. I do think it is possible that spirits exist, but I don’t think there are all that many hauntings as some may claim there are. I remember playing Ouija as a kid and Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board. I even went through a phase where I studied and “practiced” Wicca. So clearly I did have an interest in the topic when I was younger. But as I got older, I guess I became more of a realist.
But on this morning, I almost became a believer. For the next hour I was laying in bed trying to figure out what could have been the cause of the lights going on. Was it a ghost? Was someone messing with the electricity? I got out of bed to go to the bathroom, and to check out the apartment to see if anything else was out of place. I was prepared to face whatever I saw. But everything seemed fine, so I got back into bed and thought about looking into the history of my apartment building. Did anyone die there? In all the years I have lived here why would a ghost suddenly show up now? What did this mean? I wasn’t scared. I was just curious.
But the mystery was solved when I finally got up. It turns out that the cork-board that is on the wall with the lights happened to start falling off at the perfect angle to knock the light switch up, thus turning on the light. There was no ghost.
I couldn’t help but laugh at myself for reacting the way that I did. What kind adult in their right mind jumps directly to the conclusion that there must be a ghost in the house? One who was lucky enough to be able to reignite an imagination that is often forgotten or ignored in adulthood, if only for a moment.
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Part of the fun of these games is getting freaked out. I used to play them as a child.
Comment by Matt— May 2, 2012 #
Lol-love good Ghost Stories…explained or not!!!
Comment by guysneedhelp— May 3, 2012 #
LOL-love good Ghost Stories! Solved or not!
Comment by guysneedhelp— May 3, 2012 #