Sometimes, when I’m sitting downstairs at my computer, I hear footsteps on the ceiling above me. Well, that’s kind of a problem since I’m renting a two story townhome. The second floor is part of my home, and therefore I obviously should not hear any sounds upstairs. If I go upstairs to check it out, there is nobody there and all is quiet.

Well, let me give you some background info…

This townhome I rented is located on the Stones River in Tennessee. Ever heard of the Stones River? If you haven’t, it was the site of the bloodiest battle in Civil War history! 23,515 people were killed here. Yep, in my own backyard, dead bodies were piled up during the Battle of Stones River.

It’s extremely plausible that my home was built right over a spot where someone died. Spooky.

Another oddity is that sometimes I lose phone calls. Again, it’s while I’m standing in this same room where I always hear noises. The signal strength is extremely high on my phone, and there is no logical reason to lose the call. I never had problems like that until I moved in here. Oh, and when that happens, I can’t call out either. Perhaps a ghost is blocking my path. I politely ask him or her to move, and things seem to be resolved.

I’ve just accepted that I probably have a friendly ghost here. I assume they’re friendly. Why wouldn’t they be? I always expect people to be friendly to me. I’m idealistic in that way.

Good way to think about it! I think it might be fun to have a friendly ghost; someone to talk to, ha ha…

Grego

For me that ghost would be the frustrated ghost of Sprint customers past !

You will know for sure when a face appears on your tv ordering you not to go into the light.

That’s freaky. And even more freaky was that my friend Ryan just told me he felt the same at his boyfriend’s place only just the other week. Unlike your upstairs, he was convinced that there was something downstairs that gave him the creeps. *shudder*

I think it’s the spirit of your lost foreskin, wanting to be reunited…

*THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP*

Owait, that was me!

Remind me to tell you about the ghost in our house in Oregon, the ghost in our hotel room in New Orleans and the pissed off spirit that attached himself to me following a bad Ouija board session.

That was a terrible, blundering, stupid battle. Too many men died. I tell people that men would just go and ahead and make love, there would probably be no more war.
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