Ghost in my house
Photo Credit: Cristian Newman
“What’s that noise Mama?” my nearly 3 year old daughter shrieked, frantically clutching me.
I’d heard it too, but I didn’t know what it was.
We’d just moved into a new house, and there were so many noises, so many voices, so many things I couldn’t make sense of.
It took me a while to realise there was a ghost in my house.
I started becoming aware of the ghost when I went into our front room, or the library as we like to call it, as it has two big bookcases full of our books.
We’d never had space like this before and we bought the bookcases, the couch and the two recliners from the previous owners.
I’d go in there each morning to open the curtains, and I would feel like someone was behind me, sitting on the couch.
Every morning, I’d look quickly over my shoulder, and while there wasn’t anything there, there kind of was something there…
A shadow, a feeling, a presence that ensured no one usually sat on one particular side of the couch. And if they did sit there, they didn’t stay for long.
My daughter refused to go into the library alone, saying it was scary in there.
One night she was sick with a cold and kept waking up coughing and finding it hard to breathe. She needed to sleep upright but refused to have pillows. She only wanted to sleep on my chest and at 14kgs, that’s just not sustainable for me anymore!
I got her out bed, took her downstairs into the library to perch on one of the reclining chairs that faced the couch.
In my mind, I softly asked permission, “Just this once, please…”
My daughter started to whimper “No Mama, not the library!”
I tried to soothe her, but she was right, not the library.
There was an unmistakable “GET OUT!” blaring from the couch, and it was quite clearly directed at us.
I swore, muttered “But it’s my house!” and furious and a little bit scared, I went back upstairs with a now hysterical toddler in my arms.
No folks, this was not the friendly, welcome to your new house kinda ghost.
The ghost also liked to take up space outside in the far right corner of our backyard.
When we had visitors and showed them around the yard, I started to notice that no one ventured to that corner.
I got curious, and each day after I’d hung out the washing on the opposite side of the garden, I’d start trying to walk over to that corner.
Most days I failed to arrive.
The more times I tried, the harder it got to put one foot in front of the other. The feeling of foreboding, fear and un-welcomeness was real. I was not welcome there.
When I mentioned it to my husband, he knew exactly what I was talking about. Oh the relief!
It was time to get help.
But, who you gonna call?
I live in Australia – a British colony not exactly known for its openness to sharing the land with spirits.
But at the same time, I know that when a challenge presents itself in my life, the solution also appears.
So it didn’t really surprise me that the very next woman I was about to interview, was married to a man who did this kind of spirit work.
The kind of work that I knew nothing about and didn’t trust a Google do-it-yourself search this time.
Two weeks later (this guy is booked out!) Tony came and asked about the noises, the bumps in the night, the objects being moved, the unexplained voices.
All the things that I had written off as our new house settling in phase.
All the things that I had written off as a particularly needy phase with my toddler.
All the things that I knew were absolutely real when I truly listened with the ears of my heart.
Before my daughter and I left the house so Tony could work, Tony confirmed there was a spirit, a man in my house.
He used to sleep in the library.
The corner in the yard was where he used to sit and take the morning sun.
He was closely bonded to the house, to his daughter, to his grandchildren that lived there.
And he didn’t want to leave.
Tony called on the deceased members of the man’s family to help him cross over and still, he did not want to go.
Instead, he had some fun setting off the fire alarm… He really didn’t want to leave.
Finally, Tony called on the man’s wife, and she talked to him, cajoled him, finally convinced him to cross over.
An hour and a half later, Tony texted me to say I could come home, the spirit was gone.
As soon as I walked in the front door, I knew it to be true. The couch was empty, the yard clear. He was gone.
It turns out I didn’t have an unfriendly or evil ghost in my house.
I had the spirit of an elderly, confused man who didn’t know where his beloved family was.
He walked with a walking stick, and the clack clack clack on the tiles my daughter and I could hear, was him walking…
Like any confused, elderly person I might encounter on the street, instinctively I knew I had to do the right thing.
I didn’t ignore him, I didn’t ridicule him, I didn’t sell tickets and make a spectacle of him.
I did the only thing my heart would let me do.
I honoured his journey, called for assistance and helped walk him home.
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