The Night I Almost Shot A Ghost
Last night I was lying in bed reading my iPad, playing Solitaire, and just relaxing after a great day of enjoying my new pergola in the yard.
TV and radio were off because I like the tranquil room. Three out of my four cats were on the bed with me, Hubs was not home from work yet, and I was just enjoying chilling at the end of the night.
All of a sudden, I hear a “Hi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-” not just a quick “Hi” but an exaggerated one that lasted a bit longer than it should. I look up at the door.
Was I scared? I won’t lie - my heart was beating a bit more than usual because if there was someone in my home, I’m getting the gun, and I so didn’t want to do that.
I know at this point in my life that when something spooky like this happens, I first have to think and feel what it is before I act.
The voice sounded airy, not solid like someone was in the room. I looked at my cats, and none of them were freaking out, which is weird; if there were something in the room, they’d be alerted - unless whatever was in the room was non-threatening.
Do I run for my gun or not?
I waited to see if I could hear anything else or if I could see something. Nothing. I closed my eyes to see if I was able to pick something up clairvoyantly. Nothing.
Well, I guess whoever it was just stopped in to say “hi.” Who was my evening visitor? I asked but heard nothing.