It’s me again

It’s been quite a while since I posted anything.  No excuse really.

I’m retired now.  My twin sister and I both retired in June and she moved in with me.  It has taken a little adjustment – she lived alone for over 30 years and I have lived alone for almost 6 years.  But it is good.  I had forgotten how much alike we are.  We’ve spent a lot of time unpacking and merging two households.  My sister is a bit of a pack rat and I have a problem with clutter, but we are both compromising.

It is so nice not to be alone any more.

But it seems that having her here has stirred up the ghost again – either that or invited a new one.  I have an earlier post about the ghost in my house.  Previously I only heard noises and felt someone pressing on the bed, but that all stopped a couple of years ago.  I told myself that Paul had chased the ghost away.  Now we are hearing noises again and voices.  Andre hears the noises too, because suddenly he’ll stare at the garage or the front door like he expects someone to walk in.

My sister heard the voice first.  Our bedrooms connect and she came to my door one evening and asked what I wanted.  I said “What?”  She said, “Didn’t you call me?”  I hadn’t, but she said it was my voice.  It happened three or four nights in a row.  About a month later I heard someone say my name, it was not my sister’s voice.  I always assumed my previous ghost was a man, but the voice was female.  My sister was asleep all the times that she heard me call her, but I was awake and turning over in bed when I heard the voice. We both mention it to each other, but otherwise just ignore it.

But what happened today was really freaky!

My sister’s house shoes have hard soles, so when she walks the foot steps are noticeable and distinctive. I woke up around 8:00 a.m. and heard her walk down the hall to the bathroom and back.  I went back to sleep.  Later I heard her walk to my door and say “It’s 9 o’clock.”  So, I decided to go ahead and get up.  I expected to find her in the kitchen making our morning coffee, but she wasn’t there.  The house was dark and quiet.  I thought it strange and went looking for her.  I found her in bed.  I said to her “You went back to bed after waking me up?” and she sat up and said “Why did you go back to bed after waking me up?”  I asked what she was talking about and she said that I had tapped on her door and said “It’s time to get up.”  She said she got up and looked for me and found me in bed, so she went back to bed.   After we both recited what had happened to each of us – and confirmed that it was our voices that we each heard but that neither one of us had been up – we freaked out.

Is it a ghost mimicking our voices?  Or can we be telepathically or subconsciously talking to each other?  Whatever, we are both paying attention now.