I was baking peach pies and cobbler in the kitchen this afternoon. Yes, I not only write and talk to dead people, I cook, too. Imagine that!
About 4:30 p.m., I looked into the dining room toward Sis's bedroom door. A full-bodied man in a white shirt walked past the doorway, into the living room. I didn't remember hub wearing a white shirt and didn't think Sis had on that color, either. Besides, I refuted the latter conclusion right away, because the figure was definitely male. Deciding immediately to see whether it was hub now in a white shirt, I ran into the dining room and peered around the living room.
Nobody! I started talking to whoever it was, saying, "Well, who are you? Where did you go? Did you come to get a piece of peach pie?" But he never answered, and I didn't feel a cold spot or get any sort of communication from him.
Sis communicated, though. She came out and wanted to know who I was talking to. I told her, noticing that she wore a pink t-shirt. The apparition was sort of tall, maybe 5'11, the shirt brilliant white, long-sleeved. I didn't see his face or trousers; he walked too fast. It wasn't my long-time ghost, Howard, since his shirt is more a light gray. I've had a couple new ghosts here lately, so perhaps it was one of those, since I didn't recognize him.
Interesting things happen when you live in a haunted house.
Boo!
T.M.
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