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Aggie
September 1999
a.k.a Agatha
Last night I was out taking my mom around and food shopping. I stayed out later than expected. He (ZZZZZZZ) went down to sleep. The room we called a bedroom is in the basement of the house. The house was called the Blue Moon, named in the days when it was a vacation cottage. It was built 1941.
He kept seeing stuff out of the corner of his eye. (that means Aggie's around)
Then he was just drifting off. Then he SAW her, in the mirror. No one (had) ever actually seen her before. I've sensed her countless times, every sober tv or radioless night, especially when I'm trying to sleep (she wakes me bolt upright) or am just falling. (Insert sound byte of space under water.)
This room now had a beautiful view of the pond through an extra-wide slider. He had put it in to get his bikes into the house originally. (insert sounds of big twin and sportster, and Indian chief starting up)
Her name is (was) Aggie. She used to have a bar in the hall off of this room, and they left it when they sold the place to the buyers before. (the bar is gone now, my ex-'wife' stole it) She wrote 'Aggies Bar' (with) electrical tape on the mirror. The bar was made out of wood, and the mirror had a plastic Miller sign on it, I can see it in it's absence, it's mirror reflecting the pond. Agatha looked about 50, with a 40's ear-lobe length straight bob, curly, grey. Pale complection. Baggy housecoat. She just gazed down onto the pond.
(She had no clue she was dead, from a very limited frame of reference. In this way I see now I was just about exactly like her during all of the 20 years unliving in that last house on Alpine Road. Wow.)
Woke him right up. He just looked at her reflection in another mirror. She was only a reflection (and) didn't look him in the eye. He was moved.
She usually bugs you when you're alone, in that room although I commonly experienced her in the living room. Usually at night although I've sensed her once with the music full blast, lights blaring on. I should start keeping a little journal of her. She will just be there. I suddenly wake up, open my eyes wide and can't see her but know she's right there (in my face). I keep trying to yell at her to go away but when i'm so sleepy i am not together enough. (try kindness, stupid) And she seems to show up at the new moon. I had to go to work so I couldn't ask him any more questions.
Over the years we became more aware of details of Aggie's energy. Aggie's son stopped by a few times over the years. Not until her daughter stopped by for a visit cause an amazing thing to happen. I never mentioned to the kids that their mother was haunting the place - it would have blown conventional minds.
We chit-chatted on the steps and it was obvious that both siblings wished they hadn't had to give up the house. During that remarkable conversation, my cat Bijoux came to me and I picked him up, then he jumped down and an abscess he had on his leg - (that I was worried about having to take him to the vet for with no money)- popped. I know, gross. It healed beautifully. Aggie's daughter said her mom had been in a nursing home before she died, Aggie must have missed looking down onto that sad little lake/pond.
After that little visit, Aggie was suddenly and absolutely gone. She must have had a strong connection with her daughter and realised her way to the light. It had to be over ten years she'd been haunting the place with me, probably with the previous owner of that home for years before that since she'd died. We never saw hide nor hair of her for the remaining 10.
I had not evolved enough spiritually to attempt to guide her to the light. She always startled me out of sleep, and she annoyed the hell out of me as the years sifted through my hands. Prophylactic TV on while you try to sleep night after night is poison for body and soul. Bipolar folks should in the first place avoid having their sleep constantly disrupted to avoid aggravating symptoms, if at all possible. Darned ghost, stupid me would always wake up pissed off and tended to yell at her (abusive, not good and I am sorry). "GO INTO THE LIGHT!" Soo glad that I finally learned to recognize my verbal abuse problem in a way to turn it around. Soo glad it wasn't never that I finally 'got it'. All I had to do was try to be kind. Don't want my experience with Aggie to end any other way than with healing.
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Teen Ghost of 441 Main Street
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| 441 Main Street |
One day after school, my brother was sitting on the floor playing with toys and I was daydreaming, standing in a room looking at the stairs going to the second floor. Suddenly a girl appeared, a teenager, wearing a 50's style sweater with a large school logo emblazoned on the front, and a wool pleated skirt that fell below her knees. Her hair was down, shoulder length. She was sitting against the wall in a chair that was not there. She did not see me. I froze. She was see-through and the color green that you see painted on school cinder block walls, kind of like the glow in the dark green on watches. She got up, turned and walked into the wall that was the stairway to the basement. That was it, I bolted out of the front door and down the street toward my friend Carrie's house. My poor brother was left there alone! Never saw her again. We lived there a few years. The trains that went by right behind the home woke my father up several times a night in terror. Apparently it reminded him of the bomb raids of WW2 he had experienced in Italy as a child.
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