My Recent Ghost Story

As many of you know, my wife passed away in June. Prior to her passing, whether she was on home hospice or inpatient hospice, she had that bell next to her bed so that she could summon me if I happened to be out of the room. We all know what these bells sound like, right?

After her passing and the funeral, I placed her beautiful urn on a shelf in the living room, and next to it, I placed the bell.  A couple days later the bell rang…once. At least it sounded like the bell. I wasn’t in the same room when I heard it, so I looked around the house to see if there was anything else that could have caused that sound. I was the only person in the house and the cat was sound asleep, so it couldn’t have been him.

So I thought, “Well, one little ding. Maybe I imagined it.” Then two weeks later I heard the ding again. I still thought I could be imagining it or maybe it was a noise from outside of the house. The cat was of course sound asleep nowhere near the bell. A few weeks later, it happened again. Another single ding. That’s a pattern.

But the bell wasn’t the only hint that I might not be alone. About two weeks ago I was sitting at my desk in my home office when suddenly it felt like someone twirled their finger in my hair. Honestly, I can blame them, I have great hair. I checked the only heat vent in the room that was about 8 feet from me. Nothing. No air coming or going. It really felt like someone twirled their finger in my hair. Even though before my wife passed, I had told her to haunt me, that was a little unnerving.

That’s all I’ve had… in my home. On Tuesday of this week I was in a hotel in Boston due to work travel. After dinner in the hotel restaurant, I walked back to my room alone. When I came out of the elevator, I noticed what looked like a small, slightly bigger than a basketball, ethereal cloud moving slowly down the hallway on it’s own about 7 feet high. I reached up and touched it. I couldn’t feel anything, but me sticking my hand in it seemed to dissipate a chunk of it. It seemed to pause before continuing to float down the hallway. Not knowing what it was, I decided it was probably best to leave it be. If I’ve ever actually seen an actual ghost, that was it.

Six years ago I had a coworker who talked about ghosts and I thought she was nuts or attention getting. I never thought that I’d be that person.

So what do you think of my ghosty stories? Are there any logical things I’m overlooking?

Thanks for reading and Happy Halloween! ~Phil