During my ritual Straightening Before Bed I discovered an empty book shelf and a floor full of books. Bemusedly, I started picking the books back up, trying to figure out when the kids had time to take them all off the shelf again and why hadn't I noticed them doing it, when it hit me. . . my house could be haunted and I would never know it.
I suddenly imagined a poor neglected ghost moving things around, dumping things off shelves, making things disappear right after I set them down (my darn keys), unfolding newly folded laundry; he could be causing the cold spots, the house's sudden drops in temperature, Eleanor getting shut into rooms inexplicably, the disembodied weird sounds and voice I blame on the baby monitor without giving a second thought. He could be doing all these things just trying to get noticed.
But I would never notice.
I would just assume it was the kids or the house or frankly, just be too preoccupied to notice anything was weird at all.
Poor Little Ghostie.
6 comments:
Oh you are so funny! How hilariously clever of you. I wonder if I have one of those ghosts too...
He must feel so frustrated in his career.
I think that is hilarious too. Poor little Ghost. All he wanted was some attention.
Maybe if you give him some more attention he will go away.
I love this post. It's one of those ones that confirm to me that someday you will write a wonderfully clever and touching book. But you know, no pressure. :)
Emily has a great idea there! Do it, Buffy!
Emily has a great idea there! Do it, Buffy!
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