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Bo, I'm not sure about those ghosts....Posted Tuesday, October 25, 2011, at 11:17 PM
Bo Melson asked in his blog if anyone believed in ghosts. I have some stories to tell, but after all these years of telling them to people I am not sure how much really happened and how much I might have imagined (just a little).
The first time I remember seeing a ghost was when I was about 6 years old. My parents and I were staying temporarily at my deceased great-grandparents house in Wartrace while our new house was being built across town.
I don't remember much about that short stay except that the Easter bunny DID find me and brought me a Weebles Wobble tree house with which I was thrilled and that at night I absolutely hated going to the bathroom. To get to the bathroom, I had to walk a long hallway which ran right alongside the staircase going to the second story of the house. I had never been up there and the door stayed shut at the top of the stairs.
When my bladder couldn't take it any longer, I would run down the hall until I could find the light to the bathroom and then take a breath. One night, I finished up and opened the bathroom door to journey back up the hall and I glanced up the stairs. I saw a lady in sheer white standing at the top as if she was descending. I could see right through her.
Let me tell you, I didn't stop to ask her who she was but I believed from that moment she was my great-grandmother. And even though that is who I thought she was -- I didn't really care to hang around. I ran so fast back up the hall that I was panting the whole time I was telling my mom and dad about it.
They didn't believe me.
That was my first sighting. I had several as a child. But, needless to say, I gave up trying to get help from my parents!
Even back then I knew if ghosts did exist, they should mainly habitat older houses. So, it really bothered me to have strange things happen to me in our new house. I finally decided we must have built on an old burial ground of some sort. Whether that is true or not, I have no idea.
My favorite color was red and my parents fixed me up. My room had red carpet and curtains and I had a white and gold canopy bed in the middle which had red, frilly bed linens. After a few weeks though, the red seemed more ominous than fun.
I woke up one night and saw a man standing at the foot of my bed with a knife. It wasn't my dad, by the way! He kind of looked like a pirate from what I remember. (Wonder if there are any pirates buried in Wartrace?) I pretended I never woke up. I kept on "sleeping" so the man would not kill me. And he didn't, thank goodness!
Another night before bedtime, I heard dogs barking up a storm outside and I looked out my window to see our three dogs in a semi-circle barking non-stop as they all stared straight up at my window. Whatever that was about, I did not like it.
When I was 11 or 12, my family and I visited my great-aunt in Illinois. She let me sleep in her room and I had a strange dream of a man in uniform. I woke up the next morning as my aunt walked into the room to retrieve something from her closet. I can't remember what conversation she was trying to carry on with me, because when she opened her closet I saw an oddly familiar uniform hanging in plain view. I found out later it was my cousin's uniform who had died in Vietnam.
Ok, so that wasn't an actual sighting, but it was weird.
I believe that if there are actual ghosts that not all of the population can see them. Most children can because their minds are open to anything. Most of these children grow up to believe that it had been their imagination the whole time and they never see a ghost again. They are closed to the possibility. Others, however, remain open minded and continue to see those spirits their entire lives.
Me? I pretend I am closed minded so that I don't see them. If I even get an inkling of a feeling that there is something strange going on, I change the station in my brain. Like the time I worked at a local hotel....very old and very scary. I cleaned a few rooms and although I never saw anything, I felt a presence with me constantly. I only worked there three days.
Now, my nine year old worries about ghosts and I just tell her, "There is no such thing as ghosts..."
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Sherri Frame, a former staff-writer for the T-G, grew up in Wartrace and now makes her home in Shelbyville with her daughter, Jordan. She graduated from Cascade High School and earned her bachelor's degree in management at Trevecca Nazarene University. Sherri is currently unemployed.