... shadow person? Okay, maybe I am. But I won't admit that to the grandboys.
But my adult daughter can. She finally admitted to me, after hearing about the grandboy's fears, that she's seen... something upstairs. Not quite a ghost. Shadows. Sometimes small shadows. Sometimes tall as a man. Only in passing, and not the typical Shadow Man who emanates malevolence and makes you want to pee your pants.
My youngest daughter has talked about ghosts since we moved here seven years ago, but it made no sense to me. (Also, she claimed our old house had ghosts in the basement but none of us ever saw anything.) Our current house has had three owners - the man who built it, the couple who bought it from him, and us. No one has died in the house.
BUT (you knew that was coming, right?). That's not to say no one has died here. We live close enough to Gettysburg that this land could easily have been the site of a battle.
I've often glimpsed black shapes on the floor in my peripheral vision. Chairman Maiow is black, so I would turn, expecting to see him. Nothing.
A few years ago, something freaky happened to me with our dog Lily. I'd taken the grandboys out to play in the back yard and Lily began barking ferociously and charging at... nothing. Then, in a heartbeat, her barks turned to doggy smiles and she stopped at the edge of the woods, wagging away and dropped her stick as if she wanted someone to throw it. But (cue the spooky music) there was no one there.
I put it out of my head and passed it off as doggy weirdness. But now I'm not so sure.
So, anyone else dealt with harmless shadows? Any tips on how to live in peace with them? I can deal with them so long as they're not evil personified.
And hey, at least it's not a monkey man. The orchards border our back yard, and there have been Civil War-era tales of encounters with them.
And I'd still like to find a ghost in Gettysburg. But it can stay there.