Do I believe in ghosts? Not sure. I’ll make up my mind if you can prove they do or don't exist. Even so, I look for them in a place where I'm told others have seen them.
A few years ago, on a trip along the Whisky Trail in northern Scotland, I stayed at Meldrum Castle, a stone building built in the 11th century, now an elegant bed and breakfast. Legend has it that the daughter of the lord of the manor fell in love with the stable boy and daddy made sure the romance did not continue.
Daddy got rid of the servant, and the daughter has been seen in her old room, looking out the window in the direction of where the stable used to be. It is the same plot as the classic Bronte novel Wuthering Heights.
I was sleeping in her room. Even though she was a friendly ghost, I didn't want to wake up screaming in the middle of the night if she appeared. So I left the light on.
I am sure that I have ghosts at home. How else can you explain silly or annoying things that make you shake your head in surprise.
The ghosts in my house are mischievous, like little children. They hide my keys and make me forget to mail the birthday card to my best friend. The ghosts in my house finish things in the refrigerator without telling me. They also steal socks in the washing machine so that I have lots of single unmatched socks.
The ghosts in my house make airline tickets jump in price in the seconds between the time I find them on the internet and click to pay for them. And the ghosts in my house use up the charge in my cellphone when I'm not using it so that when I do use it there is no power.
What kind of mischief is made by the ghosts in your house?
