Wednesday, August 12, 2009

What up, BOO?

Some of you may recall me discussing on here a little experience that Jim and I had with a 'ghost' in our house. I would post a link to the blog entry I'm referring to, but I can't find the damn thing. ANYWAY....if you want to read about our experiences, you can check out this entry. It's from Jim's blog (which he's neglected for a while) and will totally bring you up to date.

Now, I'm not one to go all crazy and believe every ghost story I hear, but this latest 'run-in' TOTALLY freaked me out. Totally.

Let me start at the very is, after all, a very good place to start (Thank you Rodgers and Hammerstein).

Since it's been so hot and humid out the past few nights (and we don't have central a/c) Jim and I have been watching TV in our den with all the windows open, the back door open and the TV serving as our only light source. (The overhead light gives off WAY too much heat for that small room and makes it a lot hotter than it needs to be.)
Last night, we were sitting there watching TV and out of nowhere, Scooter starts growling. Weird. Not only is he growling, but he's sitting on the couch and staring up at the ceiling - and then he starts barking. Jim and I just looked at each other and watched Scooter to see what he was going to do. He jumped off the couch and kept growling/barking all the while, still staring at the ceiling. I assumed that he was barking at the shadows that were being created by the light from the TV shining on the overhead light.
You know how dogs are....they tend to bark at anything out of the ordinary, for example: if you throw a towel over a chair they see every day, suddenly it becomes a completely foreign object to them and they throw a fit about it.
Thinking that was the case, Jim got up and turned on the light to show him that everything was fine. He continued to look up at the ceiling, but didn't seem 100% 'satisfied'. We turned off the light, and he started to growl/bark again. He finally stopped after we told him to settle down and zip it.

Fast forward to bed time.

Jim asked me to take Scooter out one last time before bed, but before we went outside, Jim took Scooter's rawhide bone away from him and put it on the shelf above the TV. Scooter was not at all happy about having to give it up and when we came inside to go to bed, he was searching all over the place for it. Jim called him into the kitchen, gave him a treat and they went up to bed.
I 'closed up' the house for the night, got ready for bed and then I too, went upstairs and went to bed.

Fast forward to this morning.

I'm at the sink, shaving and there's a knock on the bathroom door.
That's weird. Jim just used the bathroom before I went in -what does he need now?!?!?

I open the door and there's Jim, standing there and just staring at me, not saying anything.

John: Hi. What's up? (all the while wondering why he's not in the den doing his Wii he is every morning while I get ready).
Jim: Did you do anything with Scooter's rawhide bone from last night.

John: took it away from him before we went out and put it on the shelf in the den. Remember he was pissed and came in searching for it?

Jim: And you didn't touch it at all after that?

John: Ummm, went upstairs, went to bed and took the dog with you.

Jim: Well, his rawhide is sitting at the top of the stairs.

John: Shut up......Wait, are you serious??

Jim: Go and look.

At this point, I walked up the stairs and there it was....sitting on the threshold of the spare room right across from our bedroom.


Jim and I then went through and re-capped the entire evening trying to figure out of if we were 'mis-remembering' something, but there is no way.

He's only got one rawhide that he's 'working on', and he's been carrying it around with him for the past few days, so it's not like it could be a different one.

We took it from him and we both I saw it sitting on the shelf above the TV when we went outside and when we came back in.

Jim took Scooter up to bed and I joined them afterwards without touching the rawhide.

Even if somehow it fell off the shelf (which it couldn't have) Scooter was in our room all night long, with the door shut and he never left the room.

I've been going out of my mind trying to come up with a logical explanation, but unless Jim is playing a trick on me....I'm at a complete loss.

I guess I'm just happy that it's a friendly ghost. :-)


Jim S. said...

Its no trick. Unless it is you!

kylerklnh said...

Whether or not it is a ghost, you have a great story to tell! Thanks for sharing the story John.

Larry Ohio said...

OMG I am getting creeped out. I got shivers up and down my spine.

Here's what you do. Wait till Scooter indicates the ghost again, then walk through the house talking very loudly to the ghost, telling him that he's dead and needs to leave. It worked for us in our Cleveland house.

RG said...

Cool ghost story. I love this kind of stuff - although I'm not a particular believer in supernatural forces. Just a believer in things that can't be readily explained. At least for now anyway.

You've now given me an idea to do a post of my own. Thanks!

Amy said...

We had a crapload of ghosts at our house in FL. Make friends with them so you can have fun when people stop by to visit. LOL

Jim said...

I agree with Amy, I would try to make friends with it, at least acknowledge it. I totally believe in them!