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I was just over at MomZombie's place reading her post about ghost encounters, and I got really jealous. For a couple of reasons. First, MomZombie is a really good writer, so you should check her out. But staying on topic, she seems to have a lot of paranormal encounters. Or, at least a lot for ME.
I have none.
I've never seen a ghost, or anything that wasn't easily explained in unexotic terms later. I had one very odd experience that tempted me to think "ghost," until my brother and I put our heads together and figured out that we had had a pretty close (broad daylight) call with a very brave would-be home invader -- while my brother was home.
So what am I, chopped liver? How come ghosts avoid me? I have had more than one person tell me that I have a Very Old Soul*, so wouldn't a ghost think I was sort of trustworthy and musty and dusty, and come pop in for tea and sympathy?
In fact, in 44 3/4 years I can identify only two events that made my hair stand up. Neither one of them is light or funny and I don't have it in me tonight to do either story justice, so I'll spare you.
What gives, ghosts? Maybe I don't watch enough "Medium."
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*I know that's hard to believe, but I am actually smarter than I appear in this rearview mirror called the Internutz. And only half as silly as I appear. And much much MUCH older and mustier in the soul department.