Do I believe in ghosts?”
There was an odd sensation in the middle of the night.
I thought there was someone hovering over me.
Don’t be silly I thought, there’s no one there.
One night I heard the sound of footsteps across the lounge room.
My son I thought on his way to the bathroom.
He said he didn’t go that night.
I noted the time, 3am.
I heard it again another night.
My house is old; it creaks and groans as the weather changes.
It’s been here a long time.
I think of the people who lived here, grandparents, parents, a cousins and friends.
My daughter stayed here one time, says she saw an old lady at the end of her bed,
Long white hair, a flowing white bed dress.
She told my dad, asked him to tell her to go away.
I think for the most part the spirits who live her are content.
They don’t complain, rattle chains, moan or get in my way.
We exist side by side, each to his own.
I’m reminded of the line I once read,
“The dead are with us, they just exist in another room.”