When my second husband and I were courting – he lived in an ‘Army House’ on the other side of town from where I now lived. It was a lovely bright modern house but I was instantly aware of the ‘ol someone moving out of the corner of my eye trick that had also plagued my mother’s house (ironically only five minutes away!). It was never too intrusive and kept its distance but I saw enough to know it was definitely male by its build, taller than my fiancé, had very short hair and broad shoulders.
As we were only courting, I wasn’t too sure how my then boyfriend would take the news he seemed to have ‘someone’ in his house but I was honest and just told him how I saw it. I didn’t see it as a fearful situation, the ‘person’ was in no hurry to make themselves known. They weren’t “doing” anything – they were just ‘there’ in the background.
On more than one occasion standing in the kitchen I would THINK my boyfriend had walked in and stood off in my peripheral vision. I would offer him a cup of coffee only to look up when he didn’t answer and find no-one there. “Hey I’d make you a coffee as well if I could,” I’d tell the ghost and put the kettle on anyway.
My boyfriend listened but didn’t really acknowledge my information so I accepted he was probably skeptical – which was fine. I was OK with skeptics, I didn’t have a need to validate my reality with them and I was accepting of their view. Hey I wouldn’t believe half the stuff I knew as fact, if I hadn’t experienced it myself first hand!
One day I arrived at his house to visit as a surprise and called out from the front door for some time. Not getting a response I found the front door open and let myself in. You entered this house down a long hallway, at the end of which was the lounge. I walked down the hall and the sound of loud gunfire and warfare let me know my boyfriend was playing some war-game on x.box – no wonder he hadn’t heard me at the door!
As I stepped into the lounge – he was seated immediately on my right against the wall, pounding his controller madly as he re-fought WW2 for the umpteenth time! He looked straight ahead at the TV and I realized he hadn’t seen me come in as I was in his peripheral vision. I stepped further into the room and he didn’t flinch. I stepped again and waved and he still didn’t acknowledge me! I was starting to get annoyed when I took a third step – instantly my boyfriend shrieked, dare I say like a woman, threw his controller, leapt backwards against the lounge – knocked that over, clambered over the lounge and scrambled into the corner by which time he had focused on me.
“Oh its you,” he smiled getting up, “I thought you were him,” he admitted. “HIM?” I exclaimed, “you mean you HAVE been seeing him too?” My boyfriend started righting the furniture and looked a bit sheepish seeing he’d braved combat zones and the thought of a ghost had sent him shrieking and tumbling over furniture, it took a lot to admit, but yes, he’d been seeing this ‘guy’ ever since he moved in some years before but hadn’t wanted to admit it.
Written by Jennifer Mills-Young, Copyright 2009 BestOfAllTopics.com