A meeting with a Ghost! By Lisa G. Featuring Michael Jackson Music ~ Thriller ~ Enjoy! Please see Je
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A Meeting With a Ghost
My Ghost Experience
Once a upon a time...lol
I was a Mary Kay Lady. The lady in my upline sure had a good sense of humor when it came to passing off clients that she did not want to go visit. I'm actually glad that she did on this pariticular occasion. I had a very special experience.
I packed my car up on this rainy day, and headed out to find this house, to do a Mary Kay Demo. I came upon this two story house, that stood out from the rest. Stained glassed windows, ivy growing on the front of the house, and a very old home. I passed by it three times, looking for the correct house number. It finally dawned on me, that house..must be it. I parked, and walked up the pathway to the front door of this home.
I stopped in my tracks, when saw a chair, that at first glance, I thought it to be an electric chair. I stepped on the first creeky stair, and noticed, yes..I was at the right home. I love gothic stuff, though I'm not a gothic person, but this was a little bit eeary for me.
I stood on the old wood porch comtemplating, just how much do I really want to make some money today. Hmm...maybe not that bad..lol. Suddenly, the door opended, and there stood a sweet older lady at the front door. " Are you Lisa? The Mary Kay Lady?"
I took a deep swallow...gulp..I did not have the heart to run away, so I said yes, I'm here for your Mary Kay facial. She warmly invited me into her two story home.
After her facial was done, she wanted to show me her lovely older home. I think her home is about 100 years old.
She took me into the parlor. On the left side of the parlor there was an organ. On the right side of the parlor, another organ which faced the organ on the left. I tried not to make a scared expression, but I thought to myself, this is a bit unusual. I noticed there were several clocks in the room, including a grandfather clock. All of the clocks were stopped, on the same time, 1:30. I dare not ask. I quickly told her, Oh..look at the time..I had better get going.
She wanted to show me the basement before I left. I suppose I'm a gluten for punishement, but again, I did not have the heart to say no.
We walked outside together, and then she opened an old door, with glass panes. We entered.
She wanted to show me all the lovely wreaths that she hand made. They were beautiful. She asked me if I would like for her to make me one. Sure, I replied. We walked outside, in the misting, foggy rain, and she begain pulling branches that were growing on her house. The ivy was very mature, and had quite a few nice branches for making a great wreath.
Again, we walked back inside the basement, and she proceeded to design me a handmade wreath with the quick cut of the twigs, and speed of her hands. Quicker than I could have imagined, she made me beautiful wreath to take home.
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She looked at the wreath proudy and then she handed it to me. We left the basement, closing the glass paned door behind us, and back throught the misty rain, into the house. We arrived back into the kitchen, I took another glimpse at the beautiful antique iron oven that I had noticed earlier. Everything in the house was antique and unique. I cleared my nervous lump in my throat, and brought out the courage in myself to ask her about the chair on the front porch. At first glance it really did appear to be some sort of electric chair or torture chair. She must have noticed the fear in my eyes, and began chuckling at me. She said, "And what did you think it was, ha..ha? Of course I said, I'm not sure. I did not want to offend her. "Follow me", she said.
We walked back out on to the creaky old porch. She said, "See for yourself". It's an old antique barbers chair, that we inherited. Boy, was I releived. Oh my goodnes, I started to feel guilty for thinking that it was anything else. She is the sweetest lady too, silly me, I thought.
I noticed the time, again, and told her I really must be going. We walked back into the kitchen. She said stay for a bit, let's have a cup of tea. We set for awhile chatting about the house and her antiques, and then suddenly I felt a strange draft around me, as if someone had brushed past me quickly. I looked around, there was nothing. She said, "Oh, before you go, let me show my husband my beautfiul makeover that you did. I could here a baseball game on television the entire time that I was there. She went upstairs, I could here every stair creek as you went up. I waited nevevously downstairs. I suddenly felt the air movement again. I stood up, and walked to the large entry way of the home, and looked up the stair case anxiously waiting for her to come back down.
Swooh, finally she did. I said, oh, your husband likes baseball? Yes, let me show you the spare bedroom upstairs. Gulp, I thought. We went upstairs to the guest bedroom. The room was extremely tidy, and looked awfully untouched. There were old amberish colored photos, and a beautiful old quilt on the bed, and some baseball photos. She continued to tell me that his friend had really wanted to play professionally, but never had the chance. We came out of this room, and turned the sharp stairway corner to go back downstairs. I grabbed my Marry Kay bag, by now things felt a bit peculair to me. I thanked her, left my business card and Mary Kay book, and proceded to the front door.
She walked me to my car. I opened the trunk of my car, and placed my Mary Kay bag into the trunk. She told me that she knew a long long time ago, that she would be living in this house. I asked her what did she mean. She said that some 60 years back, when she was a young, girl, that she would walk past the home and know that one day she would live there.We talked for a few more minutes, said our goodbyes and thankyou's and I headed for home.
I stopped to pick up my children from the sitter. They were very young at the time, only 2 and 4. My sitter noticed that I was a bit pale. She said, "You look lilke you've seen a Ghost". Wow, what a thing for her to say. I told her, no, just a little tired. At this point of my life, I absolutely refused to belive such nonsense.
After a very uniquely long day, I arrived home with my boys. I got out of the car, to get my Mary Kay Bag from the trunk. I opened the trunk, looked inside, it was not there. I leaned down into my trunk, frantically looking all over, every sqaure inch of it, it's not there, I thought out loud. I hurried to the inside of my car, looking all around. My little guys were looking at me like what the heck is going on.
Okay, call me the biggest chicken ever, but I did not want to go back to the house alone. I also could not run my business without my bag. I had another appointment scehduled for the following day. As I was driving down the road back to this house, I kept racking my brain, and re- living walking to my car. I knew positively that I had placed that bag in my trunk.
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Without even unloading the kids from the car, I hopped back in and headed back over to this beautiful old house with gorgeous stained glass windows. When we arrived, she must have seen us coming. The lady of the house walked out to our car to greet us and tell me that she was expecting us.
I asked why were you expecting us? She looked at my boys, and said "Wow, they are cuteys." I then asked her if she may have happened to find my Mary Kay bag inside. "No, you took it with you", she replied. Hmmm, Okay, I thought silently to myself. My 4 year old started tugging on the end of my blouse. "Mama, Mama, I want to go inside and see that spooky house". Internal thoughts again, gosh kids can say the darnest things. I looked up and smiled embarassingly at her. She said "Of course, please come in out of the rain and we will look for you bag".
We walked past the barbers chair and my son announced, "Look, it's the Addams Family House". Oh boy, I thought. The lady just laughed. We walked inside the house together. I had my son, who was only 2 years old at the time, carrying him and resting him on one hip. My 4 year old took off and ran straight in to her parlor. I quickly said "No, this is not your house, come back here". She said it's okay, look, he wants to see my minarature collection.
I followed in behind her with my two year old, still in my arms. My oldest son was squatting down in front of the coffee table admiring all of the little minarature collection. I glanced again at all of the clocks in the room that were stopped on 1:30. I then noticed that the grandfather clock had a broken glass.
All of a sudden, as she was talking to my older son, my 2 year old began to wiggle in my arms, twitch and turn, and giggle uncontrollably. I looked behind me, beside me, in front of me, nothing there. It was as if someone or something was tickling him. I asked him what is it baby? He could not quit laughing, and staring, turning, and gigglilng.
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My sons laughter was so contageous that I started to laugh with him. His laugh was the kind of laugh that comes from the very bottom of your toes and hurts your stomach and sides, big laughs without holding back anything. He continued to wiggle and place his hands on his waist, and then underarms as if to try to stop someone from tickling him. Before you knew it, we were all lauging with him, the lady of the house, myself, my older son and my little guy. Suddenly, my laugther slowed down and I looked up at the lady with a puzzled look. I asked her very quickly, what was that?
She said, oh don't worry....that's just Anna. Did you feels something? Yes, I replied, I felt something cold clutching my bent elbow. "Oh Don't be scared, Anna is very friendly, she just loves children".
Okay, I thought, I'm going to run away now. Either my curiosity or my scared out of my shoes feeling got the best of me, but I did not run away. I took a few steps back, and my son slowly stopped laughing, yet, he was still looking in the same direction and giglling gently as if he wanted more play.
She said, "Oh, your son sees her, that is for sure. Sorry to scare you, I probaly should have told you sooner, but I was afraid that it would scare you." She continued to tell me that some people who know, will not even come near her house. "Anna is a ghost, she said." She also went on to tell me that she is part of a tour for the local college for a class of ghost chasers.
All I can say is this experiences was amazing. She also told me that Anna had never liked time, and no matter what, she will stop a clock if it is placed in the parlor. She said that Anna aboslutely loved children too.
We walked back into the kitchen, and there was my Mary Kay Bag.
So, do I belive in ghost? Perhaps, yes.
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Enjoy! Lisa G.
