OK, so I’ve turned into a ghost junkie. I love those cable TV shows where teams of investigators turn out the lights in a supposedly haunted place & try to collect hard evidence from soft, see-through ghosts. They rarely come up with anything convincing, but the ghost stories and the vicarious creeping through of spooky places in the dark gives me a thrill.
Yesterday my hubby visited a local book store (as he is wont to do), and picked up a book called Haunted New Hampshire written by a gent named Thomas D‘Agostino. The book contains a series of entertaining narratives outlining the haunts in our home state. Though in the introduction the author says , “Among New England states, New Hampshire was said to rank rather low in overall haunts.” there are many fascinating stories, some quite nearby to where we live (though none from the city of Somersworth in which our rented abode sits. C’mon ghosts of Somersworth! Rise up and show some spirit!)
Anyway, I flipped anxiously through the pages, hoping to find some spooky tidbit about Wentworth by the Sea, the hotel (built in 1874) that hubby and I stayed in for our anniversary outing. Guess what? Nothing! How, I ask you, could a self-respecting establishment with such a long history not be haunted? I think the place needs a ghost. After all, who would want to stay in a place that even spirits eschew?
But... how to attract a ghost? I doubt if they read want-ads. And I’m pretty sure they don’t know how to access Craig’s List. People want old ghosts anyway, not ones young enough to be tech savy.
And... how does one pay a ghost for his/her services? Maybe attention is enough. Most ghosts seem to be ‘attention whores,’ much as they slink about and hide when one is actually looking for them.
Maybe the promise exclusive billing, and free room and board for eternity would entice a ghost take up a new haunt.
Boo.
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2 comments:
The day my father-in-law died after a long illness a photograph of my wife fell off the shelf in our guestroom causing the glass to shatter.
Latter that week a cardinal landed on a bush in our yard and kept staring into our kitchen window for a long time. Just sitting there staring. A cardinal was his favorite bird.
One night we heard a faint ringing sound coming from downstairs. I went down but could find nothing. The next day when I checked the fire alarm it came loose when I barely touched it. It needed a new battery.
I told my wife Lynette that these were all only coincidences. She feels her father was looking out for us. We feel safe in the house. It is not haunted but she feels he is responsible for theses things like a loving ghost.
Who knows for sure?
A charming story. I like charming ghosts, and it sounds like you've got one there...
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