GHOSTS

So, I wake up this morning at 4:00 am. Wide awake, not one of those "I'll just roll over and go back to sleep". I tried that and it didn't work. So I got up, made a cup of java, and decided to read blogs and update mine. I have been remiss in posting on a regular basis. Seems when I get home, I just plop myself in front of the TV and veg. It's Thursday, and I haven't been on my computer any evening this week.

Speaking of TV, I have lately began watching a show called Ghost Hunters on the Sci-Fi channel. My son asked me last night if I believe in that stuff. I had to say that I do. The video evidence that they show is pretty compelling. Not to mention personal experience. I lived in a house in El Paso that was haunted. I say haunted, because I don't know what else to call it. Strange things occurred on a regular basis, not scary, just strange. I never gave much thought to it being a ghost until: Something woke me up one night. I laid in bed and listened. There was someone in the kitchen rumaging through drawers. I distinctly heard the flatware being moved around. Then the kitchen light came on. I think it is a burglar and got really scared. I didn't move. After a few seconds (it seemed liked minutes) quiet ensued. I lay there for a little longer and not hearing anything, got up to investigate. Sure enough the kitchen light was on and the drawer I kept the flatware in was open. I need to say at that time, I did not have children, it was only my husband and me in the house. I check all the doors and they are locked. Until that night, I never thought of the wierd things that happened as being a ghost. One thing that happened on a fairly regular basis was that "pocket change" would go missing. Jay (my husband) would put any change he had in his pocket on the dresser. Next day, it might be gone. He would ask if I took the change. Never really gave that much thought until we were moving out of the house. We found change piled up on a shelf in a closet in the spare bedroom. Explain that. The other things that happened were noises that couldn't be explained. Like hearing the front door open, and when I check, it is closed and locked. Hearing sounds like someone walking on the roof, and upon investigation, finding nothing.

These things didn't happen everyday. In fact, they happend rarely enough that I never gave them much thought. Until the kitchen incident. Then things I heard, or thought I saw took on a whole new meaning. Jay and I didn't live in the house very long. He got orders to go to Germany, so away we went!