Friday, November 6, 2009

What Can You Do With an Ornery Ghost?

I have a ghost in my house. Yes, a ghost. If you notice, I chose an unhappy face because my ghost seems to be somewhat unhappy right now...and I must say, she is quite a bit ornery to boot. First, let me explain.

We moved into the house where we now live in 1998. I live on the first floor of a home probably about 150 years old. I'm actually guessing at that. I know nothing about the history of the house. So, nine years ago when we moved in and finally got settled, all was fine and dandy....until. We had three radios in the home...our clock radio in the bedroom, our stereo system in the living room, and my sons had their stereo system. Well, after a couple weeks, the radios started acting up. Each night around 2 am a different radio would start blasting. We would never know which one was going to go off...but the entire household would be woken...that's how loud they were (even though we turned them down when we went to bed). Hubbie got so mad one night that he tossed the clock radio across the room and still it played.

Then, after about a month, it stopped...and we all began living together in peace and harmony. I knew my ghost was still there because sometimes I would feel her sit on the bed...and, of course, my cat sees her. Minga watches her all the time. And, I know she is a female because I can smell her cologne when she passes by.

And now, for some strange reason, the radios are starting again. Only this time, it is more than the radios...the alarm clocks are going off, too. And, my question is...why? Why now...after all this time? What set her off now, I do not know. But deal with her I must. There has obviously been some change that she doesn't like. I'll just have to find out what it is.


The ghosts that come from out the years,
Dream-winged and purged of passion's fears,
Troop round me now as oft before,
In love to lead my footsteps o'er
The paths my heart of heart endears.

What hope-wreathed joy on joy appears
What bloomy cheeks no anguish sears,
What vasty skies wherein to soar,
O time of old!

Their voices die upon mine ears,
I cry to them, but no one hears,
While other ghosts around me pour--
The ghosts of Now that madly roar,
And mock my unrelieving tears,
O time of old!

(Edward Robeson Taylor 1838-1923)


  1. Wow Mary...this is truly something!! She definitely is not happy, but how would you go placating a ghost if you do not know what is setting her off? Hmm..maybe you should do some research on the history of the place. It would be so exciting to find out who she is.
    Do keep us posted. This is ever so interesting.
    In the meantime, I do hope she stops making all that racket.

  2. Good idea. I did the same for my office building and found interesting info. Maybe I will find something interesting about my house. I'll be sure to let you all know.

  3. Yikes. I would not be impressed. It's a shame she's unhappy - but at the end of the day it's your house. Not to be disrespectful, but she might need to be put in her place! Not sure how you'd do that though...

    My sister in law gave her house a good smudging when she was having problems, and everything stopped. I doubt it's that simple all the time though.