I have always been able to see ghosts.
Problem is, I have to remember that many people don't.
As a small child, I was very perceptive and I was very comfortable with the fact that I could see what nobody else could see, hear what nobody else could hear, and feel what nobody else could feel. I was able to walk into a cemetery and see it buzzing with people, even though I knew it was empty.
I have learned to keep most of what I see and hear to myself, as most people would find me crazy. However, every so often, I let a story out.
Today is your lucky day.
This is one of many.
About 30 years ago, I was dating a guy who I met in college. It was fairly early on in the relationship, and one afternoon, he came to pick me up. My parents let him in the door and as I was walking over to greet him, I saw he had a woman with him. She stood about up to his shoulder, had a reddish bouffant hairdo, and was wearing a very loud, bright yellow and purple dress. She looked a bit stuck in time and she appeared as if she was in her mid to late 40's. I was just about to great her, when all of a sudden she she looked startled...at which point, she disappeared into thin air.
Gone.
:::poof:::
My boyfriend saw the look on my face and asked me what I saw. To quote his exact words, "You look like you saw a ghost."
As a matter of fact, I did. When I described the woman to him, he told me that I had given him a spot on description of his mother, and she was wearing a favorite dress she wore frequently.
At the time this happened, his mother had been dead over 10 years.
I had never seen a picture of his mother before.
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