I am not necessarily an unbeliever when it comes to the paranormal. Too many things have happened to me over the years for me to say that ghosts don't exist. If, as some scientists claim, everything is made of energy, then perhaps some energies linger here after death. I am not so arrogant as to believe that I know all there is to know about our world.
Zane's asked several times if our house is haunted, in hopes of inviting ghost hunting folks over. He's a social child; I guess that he wants to introduce the ghost hunting folks to the people from Finding Bigfoot? Alas, our house was built over non-Native American burial grounds, and no one else has lived in the house besides us. No person has died in our house, and only two beloved pets. We do not live near power lines, nor have any electromagnetic anomalies, such as loose wires, which might cause a person to experience symptoms of a haunting.
One night, as I passed by Zane's room, I heard him talking. It was late, he was supposed to be asleep. I stuck my head in his room to check. He was talking in his sleep. I smiled, and was about to head to my own bed, when I caught Zane's next sentence.
"Where did they hide your body?"
I froze, the hairs on my entire body standing straight up. What? What? I waited there in the dark, shivering, but Zane got the answer he wanted, and he rolled over and was quiet. I went to bed.
But I was awake, in the darkness, for a long time.
I'm hanging with Mamakat this Thursday for her Writer's Workshop. Stop by and visit!
5. Write about a time you thought there was a ghost.