WE HAVE A GHOST

Happy Halloween weekend everyone.

Along with having loads of fun with my photos over at this site:

Picnik

I thought I'd take the opportunity this mystical weekend to tell you about the ghost I believe is in our house, because you never truly know what lies behind closed doors.

Our house is over a hundred years old and I know at least one person has gasped their last breath here. Who knows how many others?

The house was originally owned by a Welshman who had a career in the stock exchange and was later knighted. It's his ghost I believe is in our house.

Come in and I'll tell you about it...

We first moved here when my daughter was one year old. In the first few months, at bedtime, I would carry her up the stairs and held her so that her face was looking over my shoulder.

She would point behind and say 'Man; man' as though someone was following us up the stairs.

Quite often, mostly where the kitchen would have been, I smell cigars. I love the smell of cigars but no one in our family smokes.

(okay I admit to becoming quite fond of herbal cigarettes during our production of Hay Fever but it only lasted for two weeks

and I ALWAYS smoked them outside and...yeah well.)


Then when she was three there was an evening when she came to the door of my study where I was writing and said 'I want a cuddle.'

'Okay then,' I said, opening my arms.

'I can't,' she replied. 'The man is in the way.'

'What man?'

'The man on the floor.'

At the time giving my daughter a cuddle was more important than any prostrate ghost, so I kicked the unseen heap out of the way and daughter came straight over to me.

I've often heard a voice say 'Hello?' when I've been alone in the house and I also think our ghost may be a bit of a randy old devil, because once when I was cleaning my teeth I felt a hand grab my bum. I screamed and turned, but I was alone.







OoohErrr, Missus.



Now that's the only evidence I have that we have a ghost and it may not sound much, but when you actually experience it, it's pretty hair-raising.


Also on this Halloween weekend we have a macabre incident:





Two of my Guatemalan worry dolls have been savaged, decapitated and mangled.

As yet we have no evidence as to who perpetrated this heinous crime, but we do have a suspect:







Looking into my crystal ball my dears, I can see you're all destined to have a wonderful weekend.

HAVE A SPOOKY, WOOKY WEEKEND EVERYONE!

Samhain blessings,

Andi xx