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marginaliana - ghost stories

The spouse has had some seriously spooky experiences, but nothing along those lines has happened to me. He says I'm like the professor's wife in the original movie of The Haunting: not only do I not see ghosts, but no one else can see them when I'm around either.

I would tell you that I don't believe in ghosts, but I had one experience that proved to me that I really did believe. (Forgive me -- I know I've told this story here before, but I don't think I've told it recently.)

Before the kidlet was born, I was awakened out of a sound sleep by the tiniest of rustling noises, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a faintly glowing sphere floating at head height through the dim bedroom, and for a couple of seconds I truly, really, in the depths of my soul believed in ghosts.

What it was was a half-deflated round Mylar foil balloon catching the light of the streetlights as it was chased into the bedroom by a cat who had just figured out that she could reach the ribbon.

Now, the spouse would tell you that he thinks there's a possibility that ghosts exist, but he says his first feeling upon awakening that night was a profound certainty that there must be some non-supernatural explanation.





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