All My Ghosts

Leave your ghosts home- August 2020 to January 2021

It seems as though it comes in waves, but is also always a trickle.

Something happens every day, but sometimes it's much more often or bigger, more dramatic events.

The quiet is refreshing, but at the same time I always find myself waiting for something to happen.

For months, it was quiet, and I found myself being able to relax and not be so jumpy at the thought that something might happen.

The autumn months came and went with nothing to tell except a few creaks and bumps in the night, or the feeling of a presence near by.

There was only one time something bizarre happened that I could not explain.

I was at my mothers house in the bathroom and as I came around the corner exiting, I felt a presence so strong I thought an actual person was standing there.

I halted my motion like I was about to run into someone, and when I looked up, I saw nobody before me.

Also in August, my brother, his girlfriend and her sister, my husband and I went to an old asylum on our first ever actual ghost hunt, but I'll leave that for another chapter.

December came and for the first time in a long time, something more than a bump in the night occurred, and for the first time in years, it wasn't me.

My husband and I spend most weekends at my childhood home with my parents.

They rearranged my old bedroom to be a spare room with a nature theme to it.

I have always felt something at my parents house, and a lot of times when I went there something odd would happen.

On a Saturday evening, my husband and I were sitting on the family room floor, my father half asleep in his favorite recliner, my mother was preparing food in the kitchen when she suddenly got a strange look on her face.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, noticing her curious expression.

"I just saw a shadow figure in the laundry room, right there," she said, pointing to the doorway to the laundry room.

From where I was sitting, I could see nobody was in the room she said something had cast a shadow from.

"Well how tall was it?" I asked, walking into the laundry room in order to attempt to recreate the shadow my mother had just seen.

I stood by the area she said it was and her face grew more confused.

"Well it was way taller than you, you would probably only be to it's shoulders!" She said.

I called my husband over to stand where a figure would have to be to cast a shadow where my mother saw it, as he is six feet tall and has plenty of inches on me.

I position him accordingly and observe my mother's features to see if my husband was the right height.

"Whatever it was was taller than John. It was definitely taller than the shadow he is casting now," my mom said.

We figured whatever the shadow was had to be closer to six feet and four to six inches tall to create the shadow my mother saw.

Later that evening, we were once again sitting in the family room, my parents in their respective chairs and my husband and I on the floor.

We were chatting around about various topics when my mother suddenly pauses and looks at my husband.

"You saw something, didn't you?" My mom says to my husband.

I was sitting next to my husband looking away from him, hence why I did not see his expression when he saw whatever he saw.

"Yeah, I did," he says.

"Well what was it?" I ask, curious because this was probably the first time he had ever seen an apparition of any sort before.

What he described honestly creeped me out more than most things of the sort do.

"It was like a figure but from the waist down, and it wasn't colored. It was like it was in sepia or black and white. I saw it just move by the kitchen table and disappear," he explained what he saw.

My husband isn't skeptical of the subject, but not much happens to him.

My mother turned to me after he saw this and says, "Why is it that every time you come here, something weird happens or we see something weird? You need to leave your ghosts home!"

"What are you talking about? This is like the first time it has happened in months or longer!" I defend myself with a chuckle.

"When Godmother was staying here and you had come to visit and left something weird happened. We both heard knocking on the front door and nobody was there!" she explained.

"Or maybe you guys have your own ghosts! Don't blame mine!" I said and we went about our evening with no further incident.

The holidays passed, and soon it was the new year sparkling with hope that 2021 would not mimic the previous year.

In my own apartment, things had been so busy with the holidays, anything that did happen seemed to be brushed off and pushed to the side.

I was getting ready to go to my parents on New Year's Eve to bring 2021 in with family and my birthday that weekend, packing things and milling about my apartment.

I had made a set of press on nails for my birthday and I planned on packing them and wearing them that weekend.

I had stuck the nails with small pieces of clay to hold them on their small stands while I painted and stuck gemstones onto them.

As I was peeling them off and pulling the pieces of stretchy clay off, my Amazon Alexa in the bathroom began playing music.

Now, I have had this happen before but only when other people or myself was speaking or the television was on.

Also, it was always the song that had been previously playing or the next one on my playlist.

What began playing that day was a song I hadn't played recently nor was it the next on my song list.

What creeped me out more was the fact that the song was called Ghost Division.

This brings us to now. I haven't had any strange things happen since that day, and I can't say I'm sad about it.

As for the future, I am sure this is nowhere near the end of my adventures with ghosts.