Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Who Ya Gonna Call

One of the things I thought we had left at the old house was the ghosts. Sit on the couch long enough and you were bound to see a shadow out of the corner of your eye move across the bedroom. Recording Mario talking in his sleep, meant hearing a few extra voices in there too. What ever spirits were in that little apartment weren't mean or bad, but they sure wear on you after a while.

Moving into this apartment across town has been nice. Not just the extra space, but the quiet. It's nice being able to sleep without feeling the traffic move around the bedroom or feel like there's someone with you in the bathroom (yes, most the time it was the cat, but the feeling was still there when the cat wasn't and no it wasn't what Mario likes to call his Tijuana fog bank). The absolute quiet is probably something you wouldn't even notice unless you moved from a very "full" house, into a very quiet and empty one. It's been very, very nice. It's probably what makes this place seem that much bigger. Less souls living here.

I guess after the last apartment, I expected there to be a little something here. I had hoped not, of course. It is an older building, after all, I shouldn't be too surprised if there is something here. I expected it'd be a little while before anything made itself known. Sometimes it takes a while to get used to a place, before you start noticing the quirks.

Whether you believe in ghosts or not, it's always a shock to hear a voice with no body.

The first time I heard it, Mario and I were in the living room. Just a quick whisper of something. Kind of muffled. I immediately had a knot in my stomach. That feeling that something different is happening. Your senses feel heightened as you block out everything else that's going on around you, just to make sure you are hearing what you think you are hearing. I froze and I could see Mario heard it too. Just a few words. I wish I could have heard the words better.

We can't hear the neighbors talk at all through the walls. We can hear them walking, but no talking. Sometimes, we can hear people walking on the sidewalk in front of our apartment, but this wasn't what I heard. It was from the middle of the living room. Luckily, Mario and I were on the way out, so we could walk away for a bit.

Me "You heard that didn't you?"
Mario "Yeah, I heard it"

Believe it or not, by the time we had gotten back, we had forgotten about it. Days passed and I hadn't even thought about it. Until Mario woke me up one morning and told me he had heard something in the middle of the night. He had woken up to use the bathroom and came back to bed. As he laid back, he heard a voice on my side of the bed. He said he heard a woman talking. At first, he thought it was someone trying to jimmy our window open. Then as he stood up to go over, the voice stopped and he realized there was no one at the window.

That scared me. One of the creepiest things I can think of is someone standing over me while I sleep! I do not like it in any way, shape, or form! This situation wasn't looking any better than the last apartment. I was a little bummed. At least this didn't seem like a mean or vicious spirit. It honestly was fairly happy sounding. I can live with a happy ghost. We had one angry ghost at the last place...not mean, just a grumpy guy. The rest were nice enough. One even told me to turn out the light on one of the recordings of Mario. You could hear Mario snoring, you could hear me flipping the pages on my book as I read, and then clear as day, very close to the microphone you could hear "Turn out the light" in a loud whispery voice. I still get chills thinking about it.

I kind of resolved myself to living in another apartment with a few extra spirits living here. We'd just see how it went. So, it was a freeze-where-you-are, drop-what-is-in-your-hand-moment, when I heard a woman right next to me in the bedroom say "Shoe, Shoe!" in a sing songy kind of way. You know that jolt you get when someone jumps out at you? I jolted, froze, and then said some bad words. Then some more bad words.

Because it was a nano second after that, that I realized what it was. What we had been hearing for the last week. What had been scaring the Holy Hell out of us! It was a stupid game on the ipad! A game I had downloaded, looked at, and then forgotten to delete when I realized how lame it was. That bitch was randomly yelling "Shoe, Shoe!" to remind me that she was still there in my ipad waiting for me to boss her around!

What I heard in the middle of the living room...was a muffled "shoe, shoe!" from the ipad that was buried in the bottom of my purse sitting on the couch. The voice Mario heard in the middle of the night was "Shoe, Shoe!" from the ipad charging on the floor next to our bed. The voice that I heard right next to me in the bedroom was the ipad sitting on my dresser as I bent over to make the bed. I even jumped this morning when the little twerp yelled "Shoe, Shoe!" as I was trying to get a pair of panties from my dresser.

Maybe it's a lesson. A reminder to appreciate the quiet that we have now. Or maybe it's a lesson in not downloading every free app that comes my way. Either way, I will take any of those lessons over a noisy ghost that yells "Shoe, Shoe!" all the damn time!

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