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When Spirits Came To Play
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When Spirits Came To Play |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas 
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When Spirits Came To Play The kitchen always seemed to have it’s share of manifestations, more so at night than in the day, especially when Anna was present, or maybe, especially when I was present, since I’m speaking of things I’ve seen. Cabinet doors that swing open before your eyes – misaligned doors, you say, pulled by gravity, seem to open themselves – But why do they close again, and open, and close – slam solidly shut! – before your eyes. Other things, like Anna’s rings, which she always put on the window sill, above the sink, before doing the dishes – only to find them gone, discovered in another place, generally on the table, on it’s cloth trimmed with lace. The time her brother walked in the door, stood by her chair, looked deep in her eyes, said, . . . goodbye, Anna . . . turned, went back out the door – a day before she received the call saying he had died – a thousand miles away – yesterday. Noises in the night, stove burners turned on, dishes neatly stacked on the washer, things never explainable in reality, things that made you think, far in the night, when the lights were out, and the spirits came to play. w.james beard, jr. (c) january 6, 2004 |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Aha! I too have had my share of 'thing that go bump in the night' James.. I can relate to this well. Enjoyed. Hugs~ In the midst of winter.. |
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