I was sitting up late one evening enjoying Autumn rolling in. I sat contented, listening to the wind blowing through the pine trees and the far-off whistle of a train rolling in. All weekend long we had a house full of people and they had all gone home. The quiet was deafening.
Out of nowhere, I heard a deep moaning sound that had an underlying musical structure. The sound persisted long enough for me to notice but not long enough to pinpoint the source of the sound. I was curious, and a tad bit alarmed but far too lazy to don my detective hat. I went back to reading my book which immersed me in another abstract reality.
Then the low moaning started anew. It started with more vigor this time as it caught the attention of dogs and even the cats. They started to sprint randomly around the house sensing an intruder. I was alarmed as I didn’t know where the ethereal sound was coming from. Then it stopped again.
Ten minutes later the dogs started barking before the sound reemerged. This quiet night started to take on an edge of chaos. I was stumped and the dogs were running in circles.
Do we have ghosts?
And then it went quiet for the night.
I have always wanted to see a ghost, but I don’t think there is such a thing. I let that ghost rest for the evening. It was getting late. Not that I had a say in the matter.
Contrasting times take a unique perspective. The next day the sound once started with newfound vigor. It was only deeper, more desperate, and slower. The dogs hardly noticed as there is more going on during the day. I was working at my desk one floor away and the sound persisted. Of course, I needed to find who was visiting.
And then I cornered it.
Our grandson has a toy that plays music when you insert a plastic token. Apparently, you don’t have to insert a token. It plays when it feels like, even with dying batteries. The music was slow enough, perfectly ethereal and apparition like. Or possibly the Spector was pushing the right buttons.
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