I’ve now reached day 4 of my 7 part Halloween series. Today’s art-carved pumpkins from the Jack-o-Lantern Spectacular of Providence, R.I. take their inspiration from the pages of “The Hobbit.” My Halloween story for the day includes an encounter I had with a ghost…
Have you ever met a ghost? I’ve blogged about my three scary encounters in the past. One took place in Scotland near the grave of the Presbyterian martyr and a distant relative, John Brown. Another was at Fort Mifflin near Philadelphia where two of my ancestors died during the Revolutionary War. The fort is listed as one of the most haunted places in America and I believe it!
The third, and by far the most frightening, however, was when my dad, Pop, decided to haunt me. He had died in his Sacramento apartment and I had the misfortune of finding the 89-year-old sitting on the toilet, naked. That was scary enough, but nothing like a couple of days later when I went back in to clean his apartment. I was working in the bathroom when the light in his front room came on. I figured it was the apartment manager— except when I went into the front room, no one was there and the door was locked. “Okay, Curt,” I said to myself, “you are distraught and imagining things.” I shut off the light and went back into the bathroom. Just as I walked through the door, however, the water that had been running at a trickle in the sink went on full force! I watched the sink handle move. “Clean your own apartment!” I yelled as I rapidly exited the place, noticing that the front room light was on again.
That night, I was going to sleep with all the lights on, or at least trying to, when I heard a voice in my mind. “I’m okay, Curt,” Pop said as he exited down the proverbial white hall. It seems he was out of here. He’d once told me that he wanted to be a spaceship when he died, exploring the outer reaches of the Universe. It was his concept of heaven. He was a good Baptist, but streets paved with gold weren’t for him. Maybe he was finally on his way. Maybe. I hired a cleaning service to go in and take care of the apartment just in case he wasn’t.
Next Post: I grew up next to a graveyard. It was out our back door and across a dirt road. Since I slept outside during the summer months, I had plenty of opportunities to become acquainted with ghosts. Tomorrow I will describe an adventure I had as a six-year-old when I went into the graveyard late on a moonless night and met up with one of its denizens. The carved art will include some of the classics of the Renaissance. Think Mona Lisa.
15 thoughts on “A Haunting Pop… The Jack-o-Lantern Spectacular of Providence, RI: Part 4”
I wish I had either the skill or the patience to do something like that!
Me too, Andrew.
The Hobbit Village was a favorite of mine! We will be carving pumpkins this week-end….be ready!
Sharpen your tools, my dear. 🙂
A story designed to send shivers up and down and around! Did you ever go back to the apartment?
A few days after it was cleaned to go through my dad’s personal stuff, Sally. I was still nervous but didn’t experience any weird events. –Curt
People swear our house is haunted. We had a spare room and no one would use it. They would sleep downstairs on the sofa.
Ghosts can be downright spooky! Did you ever experience anything unusual?
It is mainly young children that talk about them like people not ghosts. I had a few things happen that I can’t explain away. Just thinking about it leaves me uncomfortable.
Hopefully someday we will have an explanation for all of these spooky experiences!
Having experienced my dad’s efforts turned me into a believer, Suan. It was definitely beyond active imagination brought on by stress. –Curt
Your Pop might meet my mom someday. She wants to be cremated and sent off in a space shuttle.
The ultimate in having your ashes scattered! 🙂
I must say that your story about finding your dad dead and then experiencing his presence through his apartment and then later would make anyone believe in ghosts or at least spooky moments. I’ve heard similar stories. Never experienced them myself, though. Not sure I want to, now that I’ve read yours.
And now you are going to tell us about growing up near a graveyard?
There are several Graveyard stories. Most are scattered among my 600 plus posts. But I am gathering them to include in a book, along with other tales. 🙂