What I heard…..

Some of you who have been around this blog for a while may remember a story I posted a couple of years ago.  In the story, I explain how I had been alone in the parish hall of my church one evening and how I had heard footsteps coming from the empty sanctuary upstairs.  In the story, I mention how other people had told me about some weird things they had experienced as well:  knocks on the walls, lights going on and off in the middle of the night….that sort of thing.  I also related how all those things could be explained away… sort of.

Anyway, I have another little anecdote to share about the same place.  This happened a couple of days ago.  I was attending a business meeting in the church office along with six other people.  I was seated next to an open door that leads from the office into the parish hall.  On the other side of the parish hall is a large kitchen.  I had a clear view of one side of the hall and part of the kitchen.

A few minutes into the meeting I heard a sound come from the parish hall.  It sounded like a woman’s cough.  I looked into the hall from my seat and could see nothing.  In fact, when I came to the meeting I had walked through the hall and I knew for certain there was no one in there.  But since we were right in the middle of a discussion on budget issues, I decided not to disrupt the meeting by saying anything.

Then a short while later, I heard another sound.  In the kitchen, there are two big restaurant style refrigerators.  The doors make a distinctive sound when they are opened.  I could swear that was the sound I heard.  Again, I said nothing to the group.  Finally, another few minutes later, I heard the same sound a second time– the refrigerator being opened.

I don’t get freaked out anymore when I hear stuff like this around the church.    Why should I?   If the sounds are indeed being made by a ghost, the ghost has never bothered anyone, so why should I get upset when it decides on a little afternoon snack from the fridge (though I haven’t figured out yet how a ghost could ever be hungry…..)

After the meeting ended and we dispersed, I walked into the parish hall with another committee member.  I commented to him about the sounds I had heard.  He had also been sitting near the open door and replied that he too thought he had heard someone walking around in the parish hall while the meeting was in progress.   I laughed and quipped “Maybe it was a ghost.”

I expected a quip and a joke in response to my statement.  Instead he said with all seriousness.  “Yes, I think you are right.”

That’s when I got all goose-bumpy.

L. Gloyd (c) 2008

In Memoriam

In memory of the victims

and their families

September 11, 2001

 

World Trade Center, late 80’s

Lori Gloyd (c) 2006, 2007, 2008