Saturday, January 14, 2023

Ghost Stories I


Ghosts I

I have a fascination with death; I really can't understand why everybody doesn't...considering... These, are my ghost stories. I have a lot of them, so I'll tell them in order of occurrence.

The first ghost I saw was my grandmother. We were very close; you could say she was my favorite person at the time, I was seven when she passed. She was an artist, and she made me dolls. Her name was Leona, which she hated, so she signed all her work as Lee, my middle name, and where I got the pen name. I was sleeping... having a nightmare. I would always wander off, so my grandfather would tell me Old Jack Cack with the sack on his back was going to get me. My grandmother would scold him for that. In the nightmare Jack had just tossed me into his sack when I awoke my grandmother was standing over me. She was filmy, like a fog.

Psychologists would say that it was a grief induced hallucination that my brain projected to solace me. It is sometimes referred to as The Old Hag dream. Ghosts are often perceived at the foot of the bed or standing over the dreamer. But...here's the thing to it, and why I can't buy that: my grandmother had expression, she was not some thoughtless phantom; she was surprised that I could see her. Now, how or why could I have imagined that?

I have had a couple of students with similar grandmother stories; in fact, there was a soldier who I was connected to on Yahoo! whose story is nearly identical to mine. I always was in touch with the other world, but this was my first encounter with a ghost. So, I have never questioned life after death, I know. And as for many things, I have my grandmother to thank for that.
These are Grandma's paintings.

These ghost stories go way back. There are a lot... 

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