Went to visit a friend yesterday. They are in the process of building a house and in the meantime the house they were living in sold (which is good since now they have the money to build) so they moved to a log cabin. That's where we went yesterday. Cute little place. About as old as this house and in about as good shape. :rolleyes: The kitchen is an add on and is falling away from the rest of the house. The woman who lived in it before died and the family just left the house alone from September until this past April. So it was mold everywhere.
They also discovered the place had several others living there. Others as in ghosts. Now, we didn't know this. But I could "feel" it. It's something I inherited from my mother and my father's grandfather. Anyway, we are inside getting the grand tour (of the four rooms). The dogs–Joella, Zoe, and Emmitt–are outside doing the "where-ya-been?" dance. I look out to see a fourth dog with them. It was just for a few seconds. It looked in the screen door then left. I told Lori they had a visiting dog. She got all excited and asked what it looked like.
Seems as though I saw the ghost dog. It's the only ghost still around since they talked the others into going away. Sort of. Gary wanted me to go to the basement and tell the others to go too but I declined. We shared ghost stories later and why each of us did or did not believe in them.
As we talked about the ghost dog and about the others there and others we'd met, a story started forming in my mind. It is rather interesting, actually. I came home last night and wrote a goodly chunk of it. When it's done, I'll share it with Lori and Gary.
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