Monday, October 31, 2011

Ghost Story

It Was Only a Dream


I don't think I've mentioned it before, but I think we have a ghost.

It's just a little one, a cat I think. It jumps up on the bed and slowly creeps up until it reaches my back, then settles down. The stealthy footsteps and weight feel quite distinct, though no impressions are left in the bedding.

When it first happened I thought Gatsby had gotten in, but when I sat up to shoo him off nothing was there.

I started keeping a camera by the bed and tried to sneak a photo whenever I sensed a visitor, but I never caught anything. I quit because the flash terrified poor Gatsby on the rare occasions when it really was him.

I should be totally freaked out but, strangely enough, I'm not. Still, I do wish it would move on the big sandbox in the sky.

6 comments:

Rohit Sareen said...

quite creepy a story n nice shot to go with it.

happy halloweeen all the way from India, My Third Eye

Daryl said...

Nice .. after our sweet Gus passed, I often felt him on the bed ... occasionally I could hear his nails tapping on the wood floors .. we adopted Jack who 'sees things' .. I wonder if he sees Gus

Rambling Woods said...

It could be worse...a wolf hound or something...interesting as I thought I would just see my cat out of the corner of my eye after he passed.....

Carver said...

Great Halloween story. When I was in my early 20s, I lived with friends in an old farm house. There were rumors that it was haunted. One night when I was the only one home, I woke up to scary sounds and cautiously crept down the stairs wondering if I'd encounter a ghost. No ghost but the crazy goat had gotten in the house and was making a BIG mess in the living room.

MyMaracas said...

Rohit, thanks! I wonder if you have any holidays similar in your country?

Daryl, my cat chases things that aren't there too. And I used to have a dog that would sometimes fixate on a spot just past my shoulder and growl, hackles up and ears back.

MyMaracas said...

Michelle - an invisible wolfhound!? LOL imagine that. I'd be calling a ghost buster. And sometimes I think I see our ghost cat out of the corner of my eye, too.

Carver, thanks for the laugh! You had me going, all the way up to the goat.