I Got Bitch Slapped By A Ghost!!

by | Aug 3, 2018

I’m confident that many of you who have dabbled into the paranormal have had an experience or two that either still shocks you . . . or tickles you . . . and perhaps a little bit of both . . . 

This Real Ghost Story happened quite a few years ago. I found it amusing and thought you may enjoy it as well.

Hey!! It’s not every day you encounter a ghost who gets offended and reacts in a non-ladylike manner . . .

I was in a restaurant with a friend, who is quite psychic.

I noticed a woman who kept rubbing her right foot on the carpeting . . . actually she did have her shoe on . . . and it seemed as though she was trying to get something off of it — perhaps she stepped in something . . .

This seemed odd. Not just the behavior, but that she was there one moment and gone the next.

I decided to concentrate on my meal and be polite to my dinner companion — Michael. Then, once again I saw that woman was back rubbing her right foot on the carpeting. I mentioned it to Michael.

He was so cool that he immediately turned around. Oh good grief!! I couldn’t believe it!!

And he did see her!!!

Now, if you want to know something, just ask . . . but not in the middle of dinner — oh good grief

Michael asked the waitress if she knew anything about the history of the land before the restaurant was built. She was new to the area and asked the manager to come to our table.

Well, we did find out that the whole area was once a pasture . . . a cow pasture . . . Need I continue?

And the ghostly apparition had evidently stepped in it . . . and was now cleaning her shoe.

It struck me as funny!

I burst out laughing!!

Now, if I had been embarrassed by Michael’s behavior . . . mine took the prize! But more than that, the ghostly woman, in her fine attire of two centuries ago came up to me . . . I could feel the chill of her icy stare . . . and without warning — all right, that isn’t true . . . I knew the woman was upset. She slapped me!! That’s right!! Slapped me right across the face . . . an open handed “bitch slap”.

Yes, I was shocked! But, more importantly you’re probably wondering if I felt the slap . . . 

Yeah!!

It felt as though I was hit in the face with a bag of ice.

Michael could see the imprint of the ghostly hand print as my face reddening . . . Yes, from the slap . . . and perhaps embarrassment, too.

It was absolutely amazing . . .

Michael was caught in one of those catch 22 situations, be consoling to me or be astonished that a ghost
“bitch slapped” me.

“Go ahead, Michael, it’s all right,” I said calmly.

He burst out laughing . . . and so did I.

Then, I quickly looked around for the refined ghost . . . but she was gone. I truly did not want a repeat performance . . . unless it happened to Michael . . . nah . . . but . . . it’s just one of those things you have to experience . . . and I wouldn’t want to deprive him of the experience.

As we were leaving . . . 

And I was waiting for Michael to open the door . . . I’m not all that women’s lib . . . I enjoy gentlemanly gestures.

I looked at Michael . . . he was frozen in place . . . his eyes wide open . . .

I helped him outside . . . and to the car . . . and saw the ghostly apparition off in the distance . . . watching . . . She had a broad smile on her face . . .

I looked at Michael . . . back at the apparition . . . back to Michael . . .

He said through clenched teeth, “She goosed me, right up the . . .” (We don’t have to go there . . . I think you got the drift of it.)

I heard a laugh . . . a laugh that echoed through the air long after the apparition disappeared.

I didn’t join in her merriment . . . Michael looked so pathetic . . . and I was still chilled from the slap.

I often wonder what the other patrons in the restaurant thought while all of this was going on — the apparition cleaning her shoe, my being slapped, Michael being goosed . . . Did they see anything paranormal . . . or just thought Michael and I were odd . . . 

In retrospect . . . what did I learn from this experience?

For one, don’t tick off a ghost by laughing at her after stepping in a “cow patty”.

And, there are ghosts who will interact with you . . . maybe not in a kind manner . . . (just ask Michael) . . . but then again, if I had been more kind . . . Being insensitive to a ghost is rude . . . especially one who was all dressed up and obviously upset by her situation of trying to clean off her shoe

I didn’t know anything about her. She may have been “someone” in this town, so . . . how dare I laugh at her unfortunate situation . . .

Well, I hope you enjoyed this Real Ghost Story and share it with a friend or two.

Thanks for stopping by!

Sharon

It May Be My Imagination

by | Aug 1, 2018

But it seems too real — I heard it . . . and so did my precious Yorkie.

I bought some “ghost hunting” equipment.

Nothing fancy, just some tools to discover who and/or what is in my house.

It’s one thing to be aware of “ghosts” in my house and another thing to have it confirmed electronically with an EMF meter and also a Spirit Box.

 

The thing is . . . 

I received one box from Amazon Monday and another one on Tuesday.

Tuesday’s box with the Spirit Box wasn’t supposed to be delivered until next week . . . but there it was on my front porch near the door.

I did not open Monday’s box . . . I decided to wait until the rest of my order arrived . . . Well, it did . . . But I still haven’t opened either box yet.

I’ve been hearing a lot of activity in the living room, where I left the unopened packages. The activity really picked up when I left the second package. All Tuesday night and into the wee hours of Wednesday morning, I’ve heard scuffling around.

I am wondering if they (the spirits in my house) are anxious for me to open the boxes so they can communicate with me . . . or they just don’t like having unopened boxes around . . .

 

I am eager to use my Spirit Box . . . 

But since I wasn’t expecting it until next week, I’m not quite ready for it.

I guess you could say I’m not ready to have a confirmation of what is in my house with me.

Maybe the problem is that I’ve watched too many YouTube Video and Scary Movies lately. I thought this would be good preparation . . . but in reality I’m a bit nervous about it . . . and want to prepare myself for a wonderful experience . . . not something disappointing . . . or downright wet your pants or run out of the house screaming scary!!

It would be awful not to get anything . . .

I was planning on setting up my video camera and recording my first session with the Spirit Box.

I am aware I may need to play it back several times before getting a clear EVP.

Or I may just use my audio recorder . . . I was also planning on having a series of short sessions . . . Especially since I’m learning to use the equipment.

Of course I’ll be burning some sage and say a prayer for protection.

It seems as though I’m making a major production out of it . . . but I don’t want to miss out on any messages — thus my anxiety and not opening the boxes.

Well . . . that’s my current Real Ghost Story . . . Oh!! By the way . . . I set one of my boxes next to the love seat and the second on the love seat. When I walked into the living room both boxes were gone . . . They were moved to the dining room table . . . still unopened . . .

I guess all that scuffling around was moving the boxes . . . I do wonder why they didn’t open them . . . That may be one of the questions I’ll be asking them when I’m ready to hold my first session.

Thanks for stopping by!!

Sharon