Tuesday, May 29, 2012

I Hope His Name Is Casper

Something weird happened in our house one night last week, when I was trying to get the girls ready for bed.  We were in the middle of our usual 7:15ish trying to get them to clean their rooms fight.  I was in the kitchen cleaning up after their dinner, and the little girls were in their room not cleaning up.  It was that time of day when the light in the house starts getting dark.  Not completely nighttime dark, but that kind of eerie, sort of half light half dark.  It was especially that way in the hallway.  The light is what I'm attributing to what happened next.  

Sonya walked into the kitchen visibly shaken and said to me,

"Mommy, I just saw footsteps go down the hallway and into the living room, but there is nobody in there."

I immediately stopped what I was doing, looked at her and said,

"What?  Say that again."

"I saw footsteps walk down the hallway, into the living room, but there's nobody in there," she told me again.

I walked into the living room and looked around, knowing there would be no person there.  However, I was freaked out at what I might find.  I've mentioned on this blog before, that I tend to be a bit afraid of certain things.  Ghosts are one  of them.  Yes, I know, I know they're not real, but who can really tell me that with complete certainty?  The truth is, we don't really know for sure.  I know my fear stems from the fact that the first scary movie I ever watched was when I was 8 years old.  My babysitter was so awesome that she let me stay up late to watch Poltergeist with her because my parents had HBO, and probably because she was afraid to watch it alone.  I fell asleep on the couch while watching it and woke up in my pitch black bedroom in the middle of the night, completely petrified.  After that I was certain it was only a matter of time before my closet swallowed me, and I was getting instructions to go toward the light.  I did resemble the little girl in the movie, which scared me even more.  As a result, I've always been fascinated/afraid of any kind of ghost stories; movies, TV shows, books or stories that friends tell.  There is a part of me that would like to have an experience and see one, but then there is the other side of me that is fairly certain I would shit my pants if I ever did come in contact with any kind of supernatural being.  That would just be uncomfortable for everyone involved.  

As for Sonya, she just thought there was someone in the house.  I don't think she's yet thought about ghosts being a possibility.  Once I assured her that nobody else was in the house, she went back to her business and they continued to get ready for bed.  I, however, was silently in freak out mode.  I pushed it to the back of my head until after I got the little girls to bed.  Then I sat down with Sonya, to get more information on her sighting.  

"Okay, tell me again exactly what you saw."

"Well!" She began.  "I was kinda in the girls' room and kind of in the hallway and all of a sudden I saw these footsteps walking down the hall."

"What do you mean footsteps?" I asked.

"Shoes," she told me.

"Just shoes... walking?" I asked.


"How big were they?"

She held out her hands to show me about an adult sized foot.

"Men's or women's?"


"What color were they?"

"Black.  They were like the shoes Daddy wears when he gets dressed up in his suit," she said.

"Okay. And it was just shoes?  There weren't legs or pants or a person?"

"Nope, just shoes," she informed me.  

"So what happened?  They walked by you?"

"Yeah.  They walked by me down the hall and I stepped backward into Lana and Georgia's room and they walked into the living room, but then nothing was there."


"Huh.  Well, it was probably just your imagination playing tricks on you," I said, being as calm as ever.  I should get an Academy Award for how well I played calm.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, because I have a good imagination." She told me.  "There was one time I had a dream that you gave me THREE cookies for dessert, but then I woke up and realized that it was just my imagination."

Okay, so seeing shoes walking down our hallway and dreaming about an over abundance of desserts are not exactly the same thing.  Not to mention that every show or movie I've seen, or book I've read on the subject of ghosts suggest that kids and animals can see them because they are more open.  I know it's not something she made up either, because she is not the kind of kid to do that kind of thing.  Plus I saw the look on her face when she walked into the kitchen to tell me about it.  So either A-she did see a ghost- to which Andy made fun of me to no end when I suggested this, B-she caught a glimpse of the people living in this house in the parallel Universe (I'm a huge Fringe fan) or C-it was indeed her imagination.  For now, I'm going with option C, because my husband isn't to keen sleeping with all the lights on.  However, don't worry, if it is anything more you will get the whole story if we have to hire a little woman to cleanse our house and tell one of the kids to "go into the light". 


Big Sis said...
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Hollyhome said...

I am on your side :) Generations of children including my oldest have met "Charlie" in my parents hallway and his grandma in our basement...who frequents upstairs to yell at "Charlie"!
Each child about age 4 and not knowing anything about previous sightings. Now I wouldn't know for sure...but my Mama Kim sure is a believer and will tell you all about the supernatural and children!
BUT I would still go with over active imagination for the sake of your sanity :)