An update on yesterday evening’s events.
After turning off the lights and making my way upstairs, all I could hear was Henry (that’s the dog) in deep slumber and snoring like a pig, you know when they say dogs can sense these things, well Henry didn’t even twitch. Anyway I decided for a quick piddle so I nipped down the landing to the loo and could feel this almost chilly sensation which made me shudder, at this point I thought leave the light on and go for it.
I rushed past the spare bedrooms without looking and stood at the top of the stairs looking down into the darkness and thought; when the alarms on I’ll be alright.
Tapping the digits on the alarm I could still feel this shuddering feeling, by that time getting pretty paranoid I hurried to bed where I lay awake for what felt like an hour waiting and listening for a creak or groan.
The morning came and I relayed what had happened to the wife and she said” that’s happened to me a couple of times in the day”.
Does this mean our ghost’s Bi sexual? I can’t think of anything scarier than a sequined sheeted tiara and high heel wearing ghost, Can you???
Then again our house was built in 1875 and them Victorians were a bit peculiar,
Jack the male stripper
Dr Jekyll and Mr hyheels
The Demon hairstylist of Fleet Street
Am I going on?

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wrote on Mar 30^th, 2009 at 8:34pm:

I can’t think of anything scarier than a sequined sheeted tiara and high heel wearing ghost, Can you???

I wouldn't worry.  You're probably just channeling Chuck.

Best,

George

George wrote on Mar 31^st, 2009 at 1:51am:

I wouldn't worry.  You're probably just channeling Chuck. Best, George

Oh George, you cracked me up !   [smiley=crackup.gif]

Cavalier, dont worry, even if ghosts exist, they dont hurt anyone.

I appear to be tone-deaf to the spirit world.  

I've been to a few places that were allegedly very haunted--an old lighthouse, a tumble-down shack in the deep woods where a lonely old man of peculiar beliefs met his solitary end--but nary a blip on the spirit radar.  Nothing but the smell of mice, and the company of spiders in the shadowed corners.

Except once.

I won't tell the story here, but here's a link to a fictionalized account of the incident I wrote some years ago:

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Take a look if you'd care to.  

Haven't read it in a long time, but it doesn't seem too bad.   ;)  It's got headaches and fly-fishing in it, which is all good.

I changed "cluster headaches" to "migraines" in the story, and altered the symptoms to match.  Too complicated to explain CH in a short piece.  Everybody knows what migraines are.   :-/

Best,

George

OHH  MYYYY GAWWWDD!!!!
:o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o
Chuck has GOT  to be reduced to tears here!!  :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o
His long-lost family, from across the pond, FINALLY revealed to him!!!

I say, send those cross-dressing appartitions to North Carolina! ;D

Cathi :D