I have been faithfully reporting on your coming and going for years. I have been a dedicated stalker and stayed out of your way so I would not interfere with your business or job. I have been respectful of your privacy by not taking any photos of you but, son!!! We had a flat tire and you just drove on past us. You looked at us, you gawked at us and just drove on by. I am extremely disappointed. I know, you could have been on your way to a double homicide, a suicide, chaos at some disco but lets be honest, whomever or whoever you were rushing off to or for was already dead.
I am sad about this but I am terminating our relationship. Thank you for the fun and good bye.
Good times.... yep some good times.
As I was enjoying a long over due pedicure this morning something on the opposite side of the salon fell to the floor with a bang. There was no one over near where the noise came from and the only person in the shop never looked up, looked at us or even flinched. "What was that?" I asked and my tech just shrugged her shoulders. I leaned forward and said "ghosts" and she laughed and said "no it was a cockroach or a pencil rolled on to the floor. After a few moments passed she leaned forward in a conspiratorial way and whispered "Do you believe in GOD?" I told her yes, she glances around the room, "Me too" she whispered. She then lowered her voice even more and leaned forward again after looking all around the room in paranoia and proceeded to tell me that in downtown San Antonio a long time ago people were buried in mass graves or unmarked graves and no one remembered they were there. Now, with some wonderful strides in urban renewal, they are building apartments on top of some of these old forgotten graves and things are happening to people. She looks around again and tells me of her friend, Ngoc and her family who had just moved into some new apartment community downtown. Her husband has seen people, men women and children walking around in vacant apartments, hallways and on the grounds some are white, some of the people have a darker skin tone and some are Mexican. She tells me that Ngoc has not seen them nor have any other of their friends but a few other residents have said they have seen strange things and some have seen a person.
She glances around the room one more time and continues on with her tale. She says the family has a young son who will be playing, laughing and then suddenly talk to another child who is not there. When the mom asks him who he is playing with he says his friend. This has happened to her several times and every time she tries to tell the boy that no one is there he tells her to go away, that she is making his friend angry by saying he is not there.
"My friend cannot afford to move yet again and the managers will not let them change apartments." She sits up straight and looks around. She starts to tell me something and then looks around twice more. She leans in, "my friend pray to Buddha for the ghost to leave them alone, and nothing happen. Her husband still see people, her son still play with his friend." She looks around again and continues, "She finally throw her arms into a cross (she demonstrates by crossing her arms and putting them in front of her) and walks about her apartment shouting, You leave house! You leave son! GOD says! You leave us be until we can move! We don't have money but we will leave when we do. You leave us be until then. GOD says you have to leave us be. GOD says!" I am mesmerized by this story, it is just a bit familiar. I ask her what happened. "Her husband has not seen any people and her son's friend is gone." I smiled. "Do you believe in ghosts?" she asks me. Yes I do. "Do you think GOD chased off the ghosts?" Yes I do.
As I said this story is little familiar and here is why. . .
I would put Lovey down for her afternoon nap in her crib in her room when she was 18 months old and she would sleep for about an hour and a half. Then I would hear her. She would giggle, she would chatter but she would be very quiet about it. I would hear her move around in her crib. This would go on for at least half an hour. I thought it was just her normal waking up from a nap pattern and thought nothing of it. After a while she would get louder and I would go get her. Until one day, as I was peeking in the door to make sure she was OK while she played in her crib I noticed something very odd.
She was looking off to my right, which I could not see without opening the door, and smiling. She then got a surprised look on her face, shrieked with joy and started giggling. She then stood up in the far corner of the crib and proceeded to have what almost sounded like a conversation with someone who was making her giggle. She never once looked at the door where I was peeking through so it was not me she was playing with.
I closed the door and started to walk away. I was happy she was a happy baby and then it dawned on me that she was reacting to someone, something so I opened the door and went in. She looked over at me and then back at the corner and her smile disappeared.
There was nobody in there and nothing odd in the corner of the room. But someone had been entertaining her.
Ghost?......
No comments:
Post a Comment