Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Ghost in Grandma's Kitchen! by Diane Ogden

OK so I couldn't find a photo of a ghost in someones kitchen.
But it was there I swear.  It was 5:23 a.m. and I awake with one of
those dastardly upper thigh muscle spasms. I prayed for at least 30 seconds for it to leave my presence knowing that doesn't usually happen so I leaped up! Stood there while it got worse, hobbled to the kitchen for water because that is one of the main causes of muscle spasms. Lack of H2o.  Also I read on Dr. Ott to drink pickle juice.  That was not gonna happen, but I did the next best thing.  Picture this 8 x 10 glossy of me standing in the kitchen in an over sized T-shirt, glass of water in one hand and chowing a pickle down in the other at 5:30 no less.  That is when I faintly heard my phone ring. 
S H U T U P, that cannot be good news at 5:30 a.m. and I RAN for the bedroom, missed the call, checked the last # and it was mother calling from the funny farm.  My brain fried like an egg in an instance because dad is in the dying mill (nursing home) short term after a kidney removal.  Mother tells me she was sleeping in the downstairs den when she was woke, waken, waked, whatever, by the sound of my dad's cane walking across the kitchen.  I said, "Say what?"  She said, "Diane, it was the exact sound of your dad's cane moving across the kitchen."  She told me she got up and went to the kitchen (braver than I am) and she grabbed his cane and walked it around and sure enough it was that exact sound. So she tried to call the dying mill to check on him cause she thought he might have died overnight and come to see her! No one answered. Imagine that.  She told me it was the erie-est sound and feeling.  I told her I would call dad and I did.  He answered. Said he slept good why?  I told him Gma had a bad dream and wanted to make sure he was alright.  Hell fire I wasn't going to tell him she thought he croaked and was walking around her kitchen thumping his cane at 5:30 a.m. this morning.  Nope...  They do say dusk and dawn is when the spiritual veil is lessened and "they" can come through more easily.  Something came through alright. 
I do wonder who was in that kitchen.  Man I wouldn't live out there in the country alone without an M-16 at my side at all times for nothin or no one. Of course an M-16 wont kill a ghost now will it?  It's already dead fred! I wonder who was in that kitchen.  I mean if your going to come visit in the dawn hours say who you be.  Otherwise what's it all for except for fear and who needs to wake up to that.  It is odd though isn't it that we both woke up at the same time. Hope everyone else in the fam is OK. 
I personally have saved the family ghost photos over the years.  Think I'll post some in my up and coming blogs.
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