Phew, we’re almost through the summer of book releases, and we now even have a 2-month break. So I’m not even going to talk about my books! Yay!

Eric and I are back in Wyoming where I am fighting off the excesses I’ve indulged in since I blew my diet change back at our daughter’s wedding in June. Just in time for our youngest daughter to visit this week. (I must stay strong, I must stay strong!) I’ve wrapped up 30-days-of-praying-for-Eric’s-happiness and have rolled into another 30 days.

The side effect of praying for his happiness is that he is happier. More confident. And feels loved extravagantly. That has resulted in a lot of closeness between us.

Uh oh. You know what that means.

So anyway, we were in Jacksonville for our very hard two weeks of helping his mother transition to a memory care facility and staying in her empty house. There are two bedrooms in that house in which multiple people have reported multiple male ghost encounters. Unpleasant ones. My husband is one of them. Separately, and before they had told each other about it, our oldest son had an encounter. As a result, we try never to sleep in those bedrooms.

We’ve never had an issue in the bedroom we stayed in this trip, and I thought of it as our sanctuary while we were there, because, frankly, the house scares me.

One night while we were . . . enthusiastically close . . . I saw a shadow in the hall outside the sanctuary bedroom. Because the bedroom is “safe,” I waited to tell Eric. We both blew it off and went to sleep, although we agreed it was the ghost. A few hours later, his phone started playing “Story of a Girl,” a 2000 song by Nine Days. At full volume, which I barely heard because I have these amazing anti-Eric-snoring earplugs that have preserved my romantical feelings about him. Anyway, it was a fire drill as we tried to figure out how to turn it off, because he doesn’t have that song on his iPhone. We checked and no apps were open, so it wasn’t playing from a Facebook video or anything. Finally, we just swiped up and saw it was the current track playing in his shortcuts, and I turned it off. And it disappeared and wasn’t on his phone anymore. Not then, not now.

So Eric thinks the ghost is fond of me and was sending a message . . . and paying us back for disturbing him. For your enjoyment, here’s what our poltergeist treated us to:

A few good ones to end on:

Wedding pictures are in!

Robert-frickin-Dugoni, y’all:

A picture of a picture taken in Jacksonville: My husband and his family, long ago on St. Croix, USVI. And he wasn’t lacking in self confidence then, either. Yep, the one on the far right with the great hair and bare feet. Oh my gosh, I love this man!

Have a good one.


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2 Responses to PG-13 Alert!

  1. Eric Hutchins says:

    That was a crazy experience. It was so loud! So much louder than I thought possible from the phone. I have no doubt if it’s origin.

    • Pamela says:

      It was terrifying. I thought my heart was going to come out of my chest. So loud. So freaky. If I’d have been alone, I would have run out in my nightgown with nothing but the car keys and got the hell out of there!

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