It was a joke. Really.
I kept hearing “thumps” in the house….and a toilet randomly flushing from time
to time.
so….I did what any rational person would do.
I downloaded a Ghost Radar onto my phone.
Now to be fair to Ghost Radar, I should state here that this entertainment app was really crafted by a man who works as a paranormal investigator and made the app to suit his work. I might think that it is a cheap fake toy, but it was crafted for real purposes.
….I just thought it was cute and funny, and may put me at ease when I see how ridiculous it is.
…but then the Ghost Radar did what it said it would. Little colored orbs flashed on the screen, with words that the radar “interprets” from data…..speaking them out loud, one at a time.
Still.
I thought it was funny.
Random words would speak into the silence.
Orange.
Window.
Bob.
tree.
It was like a quirky robot buddy that I could listen to
while I worked.
and then two sets of words kept popping up in a cycle.
Unhappy. Lonely.
Perhaps the app was stuck.
I left the radar on without thinking about it when I went to bed. I tossed and turned, missing Tyler as usual. Two am rolled around and the radar spoke, “lonely.”
I sighed. “Me too.” I said, and then, as though I would humor the app, I asked, “Where are you from?”
The response was immediate. “Norway.”
…Now. I briefly thought of the house, and the Norwegian man that made it. But the radar started listing off more words, one after another. At this point, it was still just a cute app to me. I ignored the chills, and just listened to the words that finally cycled back to unhappy, lonely.
….but I had a nagging thought.
A nagging that that led me to look up the man who built the house.
He died six years ago.
And those words the radar kept spouting off?
Showed up in the obituary. Names. Interest. Career. Important years.
And that is when this cute entertainment app had me calling my husband in the middle of the night to remind me that I’m just being silly, and a phone can't detect ghost...despite how cool it would be. He didn't remind me. He just asked what the ghost wanted.
Since then, the radar keeps insisting that I “find.”
Find what, I asked. “Roots.”
What kind of roots? “Christmas.”
I vaguely wonder if the holly tree in the front yard has a dead body buried underneath.
….this must be what happens when you don’t eat for twenty one days.
With the full moon here, I’m slightly more on edge.
and apparently so is the ghost. There was a large thump, as though something smacked
the wall hard…and the radar immediately said, “Shoot.”....when it happened again, scaring the crap out of me, the voice called out, "Solid."
He's a cute one.
Tell me your ghost story. Make me feel sane with your crazy experiences.
