Things that go bump in the night….

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There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a ghost in the corner… over there
Telling me I got to beware
 

Okay, I borrowed lyrics from a Buffalo Springfield song and added my own spin to them.  Necessity being the mother of invention caused me to do it; that and a strange happening that is currently driving me absolutely bonkers!  How fitting that a poltergeist, of some sort, should be making its presence known in my home just before Halloween.

Actually, it’s damn annoying; I want it to stop and go away immediately! 

I’ll have to admit that I was hesitant to even blog about this given the history of my mother’s Alzheimer’s; there is that underlying fear of heading down the same path to Neverland as she did.  Sharing the few ghostly encounters I’ve had, prior to this most recent incident, have been nothing major but the experiences were very real.  Still, there is my concern that someone might think I’m not playing with a full deck or possibly being a few sandwiches short of a picnic.

What?  You want to hear about them?  Well, you pulled my arm, so here goes….

 
The Missing Eyeglasses

Shortly before he died, my father called from Florida to ask if I wanted his 1940 Buick; he was a car collector and had about four classics that he had restored and exhibited in Boca Raton.  We had an extremely strained relationship and I thought it odd at the time that he would be reaching out, assured that his actions were based on guilt for past transgressions.  He sounded almost insistent at the other end and I agreed to accept the car, letting him make arrangements for its transport to New York.

The call ended with “I’ll talk to you soon, kid”.  It was the last time we ever spoke.  Lloyd C. Smith died less than three weeks later and the pride of his car collection ended up at my home one month after that; a huge green car with running boards, whitewall tires and a back seat large enough to comfortably seat twelve people. 

Exaggeration, sorry.   Make that six, even seven, people.

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“What in hell am I going to do with this!”, I thought.

I did nothing.  The car sat, like a tombstone in our garages and I felt as if it called out to me every time I passed it by.  One night I had a series of dreams all dominated by my father trying to tell me something.  Again and again, he said “car” and kept pointing to his head.  I chalked it up to some Freudian explanation and called my stepmother the next morning to share the dream details.  Without hesitation, she told me that when she drove my father to the hospital before he passed away, he couldn’t find his favorite pair of Ray Bans and their last conversation was an argument about those sunglasses.

The plot thickens here…back to my dream.

I put the puzzle together and went down to the garage, climbed into the old Buick’s front seat and, there on the driver’s side visor were….the missing glasses, wrapped in a piece of paper that had “I’m sorry for everything, kid” written in my father’s handwriting.  He called me “kid” a lot over the years, so much in fact, that I often wondered if ignoring my given name insulated him from being my father and maybe even excused him from that role.

It was…bittersweet, to say the least.  Apologies made too late for them to make a difference by a forgiveness-seeking ghost from my past.  Wherever my father is located in the hereafter, at least he knows his shades were found. 

There hasn’t been another visit from him, in any form, since 1992.

 

My Gettysburg Ghost

A few years back found me visiting Gettysburg one week-end in July.  The entire battlefield is a graveyard, many soldiers were buried throughout the fields and farmlands in that area and the reports of sightings or hauntings have been recorded for years. 

Early on a Sunday morning I got up at the crack of dawn, armed with my old workhorse Nikon camera, and sat in the fields near Bushman Farm. The temps were already beyond warm, the air was hauntingly still. I sat, taking pics of a beautiful sunrise and…suddenly my body started shivering.

Goosebumps were everywhere; hair stood up on my arms and a feeling of intense cold gripped the back of my neck and shoulders. Going with the moment, I softly spoke and asked whoever it was to just sit and talk with me for a while.

The feeling of being enveloped in cold continued for several minutes until a warm breeze came out of nowhere and the cold disappeared.                                                           

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Bushman Farm was a battlefield, ultimately a graveyard as it so much of Gettysburg.   One more place where so many spirits still roam, reach out and move on.

 
Give me back my Book!!

Several years ago, I blogged about losing my work in a computer crash but….I did have hard copy.  The manuscript was there, in my home office, tucked away in a stunning  leather tote, right next to my computer desk.  In fact, I had been rummaging through that bag while writing a post… Peter and the Iron Horse.  When I was done, all the chapters were put back into their folders and returned to the carryall which was then left resting against my printer stand.

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Shortly after, it was nowhere to be found.

Trust me, I did not move it anywhere and searched every closet in my house and even up in the attic….it vanished without a trace!  What I do remember is waking up startled by a cold breeze one evening after falling asleep watching “Twilight” for the zillionth time.  There, in the darkness, a wave of cold air swept by my face much like a fan during a warm summer night. 
 
So, say you? 

The windows were all closed tightly, say I!

My sanity was, and still is, relatively intact, I’m not forgetful or absent-minded but I am convinced that the skeletons who remain hiding in my closet were somehow responsible, on a rampage to stop me from rattling bones.  This wasn’t a case of thinking an item was misplaced only to find it sitting in some corner…….my book had really disappeared! 

And no one believed me.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write about a time you thought there was a ghost.

This post was written years ago and I share it because of the few unsettling happenings which took place both in the dark and by the light of day.  My manuscript was recovered and the “how” behind its brief disappearance remains a mystery.  Still.

 

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  1. No. 7 says:

    I believe you. Mother perhaps? The message from your father is a great story. Keep writing and go find that book. Look in the cabinets and under the bed.

    • Patty says:

      Ackkk….when I miss Blogger, I pull up an older post and find comments I never replied to. Thanks to the prompt from The Lightning and the Lightning Bug, I discovered yours.

      Those were fairly interesting incidents. In this past year, a few more have happened, all centered in our guest room where my mother stayed while she lived with us. Nothing major, just pictures, the same ones (of her and my father), laid down on their sides. Happens every few weeks. I've even taped them to the bureaus and night table next to the bed, eventually find them turned over again.

      Even though mom's ashes are in Florida, it seems she's still here in some way.

  2. katieross83 says:

    I definitely believe you. I've had encounters myself…much less intrusive than yours, but I've had them nonetheless. The glasses story really gave me chills. How sad is it that some of us wait too late to say we're sorry…but at least he said it I guess. And in such a creative way! Dreams like that creep me out for sure. I'm always looking for hidden messages in my dreams. You just never know, you know?

    Oh, and you've made me want to visit Gettysburg even more. I love going to civil war battlefields and being consumed by the history and those ghostly feelings. I've heard Gettysburg is quite the experience for those who are "sensitive."

    Good luck in finding your book! It's gotta be somewhere…right? Surely.

    Great post! Goosebumps and chills for sure!!

  3. shah says:

    Love this post – such creepiness and left me with a sense of wonder? I believe I have seen 'signs' of ghosts and ghosts. My consultant thinks it might be undiagnosed temporal lobe epilepsy. I won't get a scan ( I had one over a decade ago for some other reason and they found nothing, so can't see a reason to do another one, other than lining Docs pockets). I'm cool with it. You got me all into Halloween. I really enjoyed this prompt. 😀 Shah. x

  4. Ooooh, loved this! I am a Halloween fanatic and this helped me get all into the spirit…plus think about things I've "seen" and wonder what the reality is. Great job w/ the prompt!

  5. Now THIS…chill bumps for sure. The glasses story, OH MY GOODNESS. I find it spooky, yet endearing. Glad you shared your experiences.

  6. J. Ross says:

    I believe it; still, just to be the devil's advocate, I'll call you crazy. So good work here, crazy person. Your prose is straightforward and almost conversational; it's not unwieldy and thick as if you wanted to be writing bad poetry instead of telling a story.
    I personally believe that ghosts and spirits tend to fixate or attach to items. It's not too surprising then that your dad would try to tell you about his glasses, especially under the circumstances. As for the book, well, if you were incorporeal and expecting a long earthbound stay, you'd want a book, right? I'd say it's an unearthly compliment to your good taste in reading that such a one would like to steal your book.

    Or aliens. Could be aliens. Nobody said it wasn't aliens.

  7. galitbreen says:

    I believe you! Of course I believe you. I hope that your book turns up and I'm glad that your mom is with you, even if in this way.

  8. May says:

    Oh, my gosh! The story about your dad left me covered in goosebumps. Even my scalp had goosebumps. That is incredible.

    • Patty says:

      That particular incident has remained one of the strangest that I’ve experienced, May. I think most of us have repetitive dreams about people but that particular one just came…and went. No sequel, just done! I’m guessing that parental message just had to get through, nothing more.

      Thanks so much for stopping by!!

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