A Handy Ghost 1
I don't give credence to ghosts. Of course I've heard of them, who hasn't. But I always deduced that notwithstanding all their supposed spookiness, I've never heard report of them killing or injuring anyone; a little fright now and then is all, and that possibly without intention. So, if there are such things, then given their ghastly, but harmless history, they're as harmless as a passing breeze... So what's the big deal? But nevertheless, I don't buy into the paranormal business in the slightest.
Now I allege that, but I must admit there was one experience that came close. I was apartment hunting in the little town my job had relocated me to. After about a week of searching I happened upon a small house for rent. I wasn't …show more content…
Certainly I've heard of them, who hasn't. But I always reasoned that notwithstanding their supposed eerieness, I've never heard report of them killing or injuring anyone; a little fright now and then is all, and that possibly without intention. So, if there are things like that, then given their spookish history, they're as harmless as a passing zephyr, an inexplicable residue of a reality that once was and is no longer. So what. Life itself can be strange, why not the afterlife. Nevertheless, for the most, I don't buy into the paranormal business in the slightest.
Now I say that, but I must admit there was one incident that came close; and I am still baffled by the experience.
I was apartment hunting in the little town my job had relocated me to. I work for an accounting agency. After about a week of searching I happened upon a small house for rent. I wasn't in the market for such, thinking a house too permanent, but it was quaint, I got a bargain, and so took up residence. It was, if I recollect, the third night I slept there, that I started to hear bumping noises in the other rooms, that is to say, the kitchen, bathroom, parlor and dinette... It was a small house as stated, but it fit me fine. Reckoning the noises was consequent of the fact the domicile was old, I endured them. But as the days passed, the noises grew more strange, and also, I felt, more diliberate and intentional, which of course made no sense. Now this
I don't give credence to ghosts. Of course I've heard of them, who hasn't. But I always deduced that notwithstanding all their supposed spookiness, I've never heard report of them killing or injuring anyone; a little fright now and then is all, and that possibly without intention. So, if there are such things, then given their ghastly, but harmless history, they're as harmless as a passing breeze... So what's the big deal? But nevertheless, I don't buy into the paranormal business in the slightest.
Now I allege that, but I must admit there was one experience that came close. I was apartment hunting in the little town my job had relocated me to. After about a week of searching I happened upon a small house for rent. I wasn't …show more content…
Certainly I've heard of them, who hasn't. But I always reasoned that notwithstanding their supposed eerieness, I've never heard report of them killing or injuring anyone; a little fright now and then is all, and that possibly without intention. So, if there are things like that, then given their spookish history, they're as harmless as a passing zephyr, an inexplicable residue of a reality that once was and is no longer. So what. Life itself can be strange, why not the afterlife. Nevertheless, for the most, I don't buy into the paranormal business in the slightest.
Now I say that, but I must admit there was one incident that came close; and I am still baffled by the experience.
I was apartment hunting in the little town my job had relocated me to. I work for an accounting agency. After about a week of searching I happened upon a small house for rent. I wasn't in the market for such, thinking a house too permanent, but it was quaint, I got a bargain, and so took up residence. It was, if I recollect, the third night I slept there, that I started to hear bumping noises in the other rooms, that is to say, the kitchen, bathroom, parlor and dinette... It was a small house as stated, but it fit me fine. Reckoning the noises was consequent of the fact the domicile was old, I endured them. But as the days passed, the noises grew more strange, and also, I felt, more diliberate and intentional, which of course made no sense. Now this