As many of you know by now, we have a ghost that we callGeorge, who lives in the back part of our house. George isn’t a malevolent spirit,but as the paranormal investigators said, “He’s a bit grouchy and just wants tobe left alone.”
This usually isn’t a problem since he stays in what used tobe my daughters room. When she got married three and a half years ago, Georgehad the place to himself and was very content with the new arrangement.
However, with the holidays, we’ve needed to utilize “George’sroom” much more than usual. We’ve used it to store things and even house overnight guests. At first, George didn’t seem to mind too much, but that soonchanged.
George completely minded his manners with our guests. (WhichI am truly appreciative of) The problem came after the holidays. With all ofthe hustle and bustle that holidays bring, I was simply worn out. When theguests were gone and the mess was cleared away, I found that I NEEDED sleep.Serious sleep, but between my husband’s snoring and him having to get up at4:00 a.m. this seemed like an impossible dream—until a little light bulb wentoff in my head. We have a perfectly goodguest room, I thought.
My husband, the sweet man that he is, agreed to sleep in ourdaughter’s old room. The first night was wonderful. I slept better than I hadin a long, long time. My husband said that he too had slept well, so we agreedto stick with this arrangement for a while.
I was happy—my husband was happy—George was not.
The first thing I noticed happened on about day three of ournew sleeping arrangement. I woke up late after another restful night and Istumbled into the kitchen for my coffee. As I sipped the magical liquid down, Iheard the door to my daughter’s old room slam shut. I giggled to myself, thinking George must want to beleft alone.
I honored his wishes by leaving the door shut and stayingout of the room. When nighttime rolled around, my husband and I kissed eachother goodnight and went our separate ways.
After falling into a blissful sleep, I woke to the sound ofmy closet door slowly creaking open and just as slowly creaking closed. Eventhough it is not unusual to experience paranormal activity in any part of thehouse from several different entities, I had a feeling that this was George’sway of telling me that he had had enough of his room being invaded and waswanting me to see what it felt like.
Even though the opening and closing of my closet door wasirritating, it still wasn’t as bad as hearing my husband snore all night so wecontinued with our new sleeping arrangement.
A couple of nights later, my husband said that he was awokenby unseen hands poking him in the shoulder. He told George to stop and then herolled over and went back to sleep. He was later woke up by a loud thud andagain he went back to sleep. The next morning he found a book that hadpreviously been on a table in the adjoining room laying by the closet door. Ithink poor George has had enough.
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