Tell me Something Tuesday

Tell Me Something Tuesday is hosted by Rainy Day Ramblings and discusses a wide range of topics from books to blogging.

I’m really late with this one!

Question: Would you spend a full night in a haunted house if someone paid you?

I don’t really believe in ghosts so to be paid to to stay in a house – SURE! lol

But let’s say there really are ghosts. Then I need to know a little more.

Is it a Casper the friendly ghost type where we can chat and pal around for the night? Ghosts who are just *stuck* and want help or just have someone to vent to?

Both of those are good with me. We'll hang, chat, read, maybe help them pass over. It would be fun!

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If it's an uptight ghost that makes a ruckus but can't touch me and if it’s A LOT of money - I could just hunker down in one room and ignore whatever it was for one night.

Or is it an evil kind of ghost/entity who tries to get in my brain and make me mad so I try to kill myself? Or the kind that can hurl objects and come out of walls then NOPE. I don’t care how much money you pay me.


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And I would NEVER stay in a house with a kid that keeps saying creepy shit to me all night. Even if there were NO ghosts!


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My Maybe A Ghost Story:

*I've told this on my blog a few times already but if you haven't read it yet - here's my true story brush with the supernatural.....bwhuaaaa bwhuaaaaa

When I was very young I used to play out in my yard along a rose bush hedge that separated our yard from my neighbors. I knew them a little – they would let me play under their Weeping Willow tree and sometimes invited me in for lemonade.

One day while I was playing on my side of the rose bushes a much older woman in a long white dress came up to me and started talking. She asked me what game I was playing, talked about the roses and talked about the people who lived in the neighborhood. She said it was nice to meet me and left. I didn’t think too much about it (this was in the early 70’s by the way…no weirdo kidnappings and neighbors were still friendly – my mom watched me through the kitchen window) I told my mother about the woman but she said she hadn’t seen anything and she probably thought I was making it up. I was an only child so I did tend to have a bit of an imagination!

A few weeks had passed when my neighbor’s invited me in for a drink after a day of playing under the Willow tree. While in their house I saw a picture on the mantle of the woman I had talked to and told them about our conversation. Well – they completely freaked out! They kept asking if I was sure  it was her. I was positive because I didn’t know anyone else that old at the time other than my grandmother. It turned out the woman was their mother who had died the year before. The things the woman had told me were things that only she would know about their family. Not something a 12 year old would know on her own.

My neighbor’s brought me home and had a heated discussion with my mother. I have no idea what they said……but they never talked to me again. They still let me play in their yard but they never offered me a drink or came out to talk to me again.

I’m still not sure I actually saw a ghost and nothing like that ever happened to me again so you can interpret that story as you wish …but there it is!