The subject of ghosts seems to come up a lot in conversations about our house. People always want to know if we have one or have seen one.
Short answer: No.
Not that I'm the best person to ask, since I suspect I would be the last person on earth susceptible to a haunting. Too practical and impatient. If I heard chains rattling in the middle of the night, I would be not so much afraid as pissed off that one more thing was disrupting my sleep.
Anyway.
A. always claimed that the only reason we don't have a ghost is because it's been the same family living here for 140 years. He suspects that if anyone else moved in, the ghost of Aunt Elizabeth (a turn of the 20th century relative renowned for her unpleasantness) would haunt them out of the house.
However, my niece, who is twelve years old, and one of our current house guests, who is eleven, both used the word "creepy" to describe our house. So maybe there's some kind of restless spirit that only haunts pre-teen girls?
Or maybe pre-teen girls who have spent their lives in modern houses find a setting so old and antique to be vaguely disquieting.
In any case, for anyone who has ever wondered, there is no resident ghost at Blackrock. And there had better not be as long as I'm living here. I have enough to deal with. The ghosts will just have to haunt someone else.
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Probably with all your activity, you would disturb the ghost--who would then move out! Mary in MN
I can totally understand the eleven year olds "creepy" comment. Think basement and tiny hidden stairwells. The basement at night would be a challenge, and we both know how tiny hidden stairwells can get the best of you.
Once when I was sleeping in Aunt E's room (and had been told she might still be occupying it), I woke up to the sound of the rocker rocking. When I worked up the nerve to flip over to look, I scared the dickens out of a relative living there at the time who used that room to nurse her baby at night and didn't know that's where the MiL had put me. Adreniline rush all around!
Funny - my husband just came downstairs after a nap and asked if I had lain down next to him while he was sleeping. Nope. And I told him straight out that if there was a ghost in the house (c. 1890), she'd better leave him alone because he's mine!
He looked confused for a moment, and then he said, "No, I just dreamed it."
I had a friend tell me, no, ASSURE me, that my house was completely clear of spirits even though I never asked or wondered.
"Oh. Cool. That's good, right?"
I'm useless with ghosts, too.
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