Some of you may know a little bit about the old ghost lady that lives in my house. If you have no clue what I am talking about or would like a refresher course you can click here, here and here.
Over the last several months our other-worldly guest has been dormant and quite silent. I had almost forgotten about her past visits. Oddly, the wife mentioned just yesterday to me about how the paranormal lady has not been bothering us.
Well, obviously just the mention has set something off with her. This afternoon while lounging in front of VH1’s 40 Greatest Metal Songs (yeah, I am kind of into the classics on TV) something very bizarre and somewhat familiar occurred.
It was about the time that either a video by the band Slayer (who in my opinion play the soundtrack to Hell itself) came on or during the appropriately named “Number Of The Beast” by Iron Maiden that I jumped out of my skin. It started low as if an emergency vehicle was about to drive past, then built to an ear piercing crescendo. It was an evil, female-like, blood curdling scream. My eyes widened and my heart leaped into my throat. I immediately peered over towards super pooch Fandango to see if maybe he had heard something. It appeared that he did as he had been awakened from his afternoon nap with his ears pricked up staring directly at me.
I got up and slowly waltzed through the dining room and kitchen which is from where the sound seemed to emanate. I made my way into the guest bedroom where my wife was typing away diligently on the computer. I wondered if maybe she had also heard this terrible noise. She had not, leaving her to question my state of consciousness: “Were you asleep?“
Well, I hadn’t been asleep, I was rocking out to some demonic tunes on the television. I wonder if it was the music that got our ghostly guest up and about or if it was just the imaginations of myself and the dog? Yeah, I doubt it was BOTH of our imaginations.
I’ll leave with this song as a memento to my most recent ghostly visitation.
