By nature, I'm not inclined to believe in things I can't see or touch. Of course, I believe in things like giant squid, even though I've never seen one. I believe in earthquake faults because I've seen the San Andrea's fault in California from a plane.
My in laws have a home out in the country with enough land to raise bee's for honey, have a horse, and chickens and two big, lovable mutts, who know I'm the only person in the family who they can con into playing fetch long after I want to quit. They walk up to me and drop the most disgusting deflated basketball I've ever seen. It's covered with what my wife calls,"Goober." I think it's worse than that. I call it, "Uber Goober." When I try to quit, they sit there with sad looks on their faces one with the ball in his mouth looking sad. These two would make great used car salesmen.
The one thing I have trouble with is the ghost. It hangs around tying all the laces in the shoes into knots. It turns the lights on and off at all times of the day and night. The creepiest thing is when you can see it. It's a glowing white light perched on the wall near the front door. The light takes different shapes, and can appear at any time, day or night.
The air in the entrance way along the hall, gets fogy, as though a fire in the back bedroom were generating ever larger amounts of smoke. Some times I think the reason the ghost ghost appears here is because a brother specter is about to arrive. I don't know the gender of my ghostly friends, so I just call them, "Marley's ghost."
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