Ding Dong The Ghostie’s Here!

Anyone who knows me has heard stories of the ghosts that visit me from time to time.

A few years ago, while I was still married, an ex love passed away and I was flattered when he stopped by to say “hi” to me on Valentine’s Day. He opened all of the cabinet doors in my kitchen and turned all of the pictures around on the walls in my hallway.

My then-husband discovered the Valentines message as I slept and he snuck into the house with a single red rose for me. Unfortunately, my ex’s stunt upstaged my husband’s romantic gesture, but I believe my ghostie made up for it by helping to keep the rose alive for a full two weeks! Both of the boys earned brownie points that February!

A few months later, I was leaving the house with my son Max, a friend of Max’s, and my daughter, Bella. My other daughter, Ali, was (as most teenagers are on the weekends) still in bed.

The boys went out the door and straight to the car. Bellie and I walked out together. I held the door for her and as she stepped over the threshold, we heard a doorbell from within the house.

Bella loves to ring it a million times for no reason, so of course I accused her of doing it although I knew better.

She screamed, “OMG Mom! You saw me walk right past it!”
She was right.
I asked the boys if they had rung it really quickly when they went out. They looked at me like I was crazy before answering in the negative.
I knew it wasn’t them.
I called in to the house, “Hey Ali! Did you just hear the doorbell?”

She answered, “Yes.”
“Did it sound like our doorbell normally sounds?” I asked.
“No, it didn’t,” she answered, and Bella nodded in agreement next to me. 

My doorbell makes a high pitched DING DONG noise. The sound we heard was a low DING only.

If we hadn’t been in a rush to get some McGriddles and Starbucks, I might have invited our visitor in to haunt us some more, but instead I closed the door and locked it – maybe whoever it was could figure out how to get Ali up so she could join us in the land of the living.