I’ve very ambivalent about ghosts. I know if I saw one, I’d poo myself. Thankfully, I’ve had no chance to see a ghost.
Here a ghost story that has involve me, the only one I know of.
My aunt is a stickler for clean and me and my sister would visit her during the summer. She was the odd aunt, the one with unusual furnishing, a house full of rare finds. Well, we always thought if very strange there was this odor on the stairs. I vividly remember my sister and I running up the stairs because it smelled halfway up. I freakin’ leaped up the stairs so as not to hit that spot.
My aunt sold that place and she told us a story once when she was at the bank. A guy there saw her address and said to her, ‘so, you live there. My father built that house. Ever notice anything there?’ No she says, why?
Turns out some guy was murdered on the stairs of that house. I remember tellin my other aunts and uncles about that story. Only some of them ever thought the stairs smelled, in all, there were four of us and we all remember that distinctive smell. Never have I smelled anything like and will remember that until I’m dead.
I mention this because they say ghosts are not always visual. Sometimes, only some people pick up on them and it can be through visuals, odors, sounds, or something else.
