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Sunlight and a Little Ghost (?) Story
November 17, 2002
The tales from an all-night diner will most assuredly continue. There is enough material from that diner to fill an entire journal of its own. But it is my tendency to delve here and there into the fragments of my memory, drawing out this and that - dust-covered items long discarded which might, just might, yeild something important. I sometimes love my life.
It rains. Again. Forever. This is England, after all. Oh, to see blue sky and green grass again. But at least this country isn’t crawling with Republicans. Finally, something else to be bitter about.
I haven’t experienced any supernatural occurences since arriving in this country. One would think with all this history lying around, there might also be a few ghosts, but I seem to have settled in the wrong area. Wrong area? I’m just down the road from Stonehenge! Okay, I confess there have been one or two minor events of the strange kind, but nothing like what I experienced back in the US.
There was a small party - a gathering, more like - one night. It was before I left the very north of England to live in the south of England. The town where I lived at that time was smaller, greener, and colder - much, much colder. There must have been eight or so of us packed in our rather tiny living room, and yes, we were -most of us - intoxicated in some way. There was no one else in the house. I was seated in a chair next to the living-room door, and to get into any other room in the house, one had to walk right past me. And someone did. Someone got up, and walked right past me. I thought little of it, until I realized I didn’t recognize the person, nor could I place them as anyone at the party. I couldn't really remember what they looked like at all. I started counting the people in the room, to see if I could ascertain who had gotten up and left, but it was a trifle difficult in my hazy mental state. I was about to give up and dismiss the entire experience as a alcohol-induced hallucination, when another guest (someone considerably less altered than myself) at the party blurted, ‘Did anyone see someone get up and leave the room just now?’ I immediately admitted that I had, that they - whoever they were - had walked right past me and that I had been seated here for some moments trying to number the people present and find out who had left the room. She claimed to have been doing the same. But all the party members were accounted for, and there was still no-one else in any of the other rooms of the house.
True, the occurence was in no way a spectacular one, but it made for an interesting conversation the rest of the evening.
Is that sunlight I see? There, lurking just outside my window.... |
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