Last night, the wife went to a PTL meeting. I was assured this was related to some school activity, and had nothing to do with anything even remotely related to Jim and Tammy Faye Baker. While she was away, I had the responsibility of putting Evilwhiteboy #1 to bed.
I was embroiled in that process, and had just asked him to pick out his second of three bedtime stories before going to sleep. We were lying in his bed, and I was just about to begin reading the book, when he said, “Daddy, who is that?” and pointed down the hall.
My first thought was that someone was in the house who needed to feel the sting of some transplanted Texas “he needed killing” justice. However, when I looked down the hall, there was no one there. At that point, I was thinking the intruder had ducked into another room, having seen us, and not wanting to be discovered. I asked the boy to show me where he had seen the person. He walked me out into the hall just outside the bedroom and stopped. I asked him where this person went, and he said that “he disappeared”.
Now my blood was really pumping. I searched all the upstairs rooms to no avail. A further search of the rest of the house turned up nothing either, and all the doors and windows were still in tact. At this point, I decided to question my son a little further.
He still calls everyone by the masculine descriptors, so even women and girls are “he” and “him”. I asked the boy if it was a girl or boy, and he said it was a girl, and he was able to describe her in some detail, including hair color and length. At that point, I was fairly certain that there was no intruder. However, the fact that my son saw a woman walking down the hall who just disappeared was a little unsettling. He’s not the type of person to just make something like that up. He seems to have inherited my sense of attention to detail, and will argue seemingly minute points just like his daddy (sorry about that, sweetie, it’s just in my genes).
So now I’m left to wonder what exactly it was he saw. I personally have never seen a ghost, and don’t necessarily believe in them, but after last night, all bets are off. Granted, I didn’t see anything, but that doesn’t mean that the boy didn’t. As I said, that’s not something he would just make up.
And earlier today, the wife took said boy north to visit the grandparents and cousins for the weeked, leaving me to fend for myself. In this possibly haunted house.
I’m feeling a little freaked out right about now. It might just be time to get nicely, um, “medicated”.