Myrtle brought over her famous pumpkin bread this morning. It were real good, but I paid dearly fer it--ya see, she loves this time o' year and could not wait ter tell her latest ghost story. So I sat patiently fer 'bout an hour listening ter nearly eve'r ghost recounting she could dredge up.
I does not believe in ghosts...mostly I don't. I admits they's a time or two when I seen somethin' not quite normal, but I'se of a mind that there is an explanation--I jes' don't have it.
Some say a ghost is a soul that ain't finished wif' its earthly bidness...one good reason to get yore thangs in order since ya' never knows when youse the next in line.
Others thaink they's good and bad ghosts, jes' like they's good and bad folks. Some ghosts is here to hep ya'; others are meant to vex ya'.
Still others say a ghost is simply an apparition of someone who came ter tell ya somethin'...I prefer fer 'em to visit mah dreams. Uncle Aloysius is certain his daddy came to see him in a dream, onc't, but it was not a ghostly, floaty version of his daddy, just a strong sense of his daddy's presence.
Bout the only ghost I can think of is Casper--the friendly ghost. But I ain't made the acquaintance of any worrisome appartions. "Spirits" may be a whole other category, but a gossamer ghosts wif'a see through body that goes through walls an' all?
However, sweet pets, I does fer shure believe in angels, cause I have been the recipient of their hep in a crisis or two...oh they looked like regular guys, but they could NOT have been where they were, no human could.
What about ya'll? Anybody thaink they really is ghosts?
Posted by Aunty Belle at 10:43 AM