Merry meet all,
Finally! It is the time of year I love so deeply. I feel like I can finally exhale. It is not long till Mabon and Samhain. I am not letting my injury stop me from enjoying Samhain. To get us in the mood for aspooky season- one we’ve all been waiting for, here is a post I think you will enjoy. Credit to the author for the article.
OPINION: There’s nothing quite like a good ghost story
IT doesn’t matter whether you’re a believer or a skeptic – there’s nothing quite like a good ghost story.
I’ve been in my element with all the recent talk about ghosts, ghouls, local haunted houses and everything in between here at The Gympie Times office, and it’s probably for this reason that I had my own creepy little experience one night after work last week.
Approaching the Nash St stop sign with nothing much other than a hot plate of pasta on my mind, I was startled to see the figure of an old man very suddenly appear to the left of my car – as if out of thin air.
I saw the man pass behind me in my peripheral vision, but lost him as I turned onto Lawrence St and headed towards five ways.
It couldn’t have been more than three seconds before I craned my head around to locate him as I drove away, but he was gone – as if he’d vanished.
I’m not saying this man was a ghost, but…
There’s no way he could have moved beyond the boundaries of my eyesight in the time it took me to turn and look for him.
He would’ve had to sprint to get that far, and anyone would have noticed a random old man sprinting down a quiet street bathed in overhead lights.
Granted, it was the end of a long work day – a day in which I’d heard multiple ghost stories – and my brain was exhausted.
I could’ve simply missed him. I could’ve been seeing things.
I didn’t feel weird at all about the experience, and I guess I’ll never know what I really saw, but…
Sometimes it’s better when you don’t know.
We’ll probably never know whether Frances Klein’s 10 most haunted Gympie places really are haunted.
We’ll probably never know whether the alleged spectre caught in a spooky Lake Alford snap was that of Lady Mary, but that’s the fun part.
There’s a magic in the unknown, there’s a magic in those mysterious tales we’ve always told, and that magic will never die.
This has occurred to me too. Have any of you experienced this?
Blessings to all my darklings,