I do. The husband is a skeptic, but I’ve seen them and I’ve heard them. In our old house I would get the dark forms in corners and random door shutting sounds. It had an overall feeling to the house.
I’ve been sound asleep and family members who have passed on have visited me for one last time. It is a comforting feeling. A last good-bye. I wanted to use that feeling in my newest book, Ghostly Intentions.
When Jack O’Malley’s big sister dies, she visits him that night.
Shannon came to him that night. Not a dream, but a ghostly visit. Shivers still spiked down his spine when he remembered that event. His first paranormal experience. Falling asleep at almost dawn, Jack heard his mother’s soft cries in the room beside his. His father’s muddled murmurings to his mother added to his sense of unreality. In the predawn hours, their house was usually silent except for the creaks and groans of a settling home or the click of Mutt’s nails as the dog surveyed their house in the nocturne hours.
Something touched his arm. A chill covered the skin and goosebumps popped in the frigid air. He opened his eyes and his sister was there. Her light rose scent filled the room. Their mother had started letting Shannon wear cologne to be a big girl. His sister moved closer. She reached down and touched his arm again. Shivers shot down his spine. The bed jostled as she sat on the edge, his body rolling toward her. He should have been afraid, but he would never fear his big sister.
“Jack, it’s your job to watch over mom and dad now. I’ll always be keeping an eye on all of you, but I’ll be too far away. I wish I didn’t have to go, but I do.”
He touched her hand. Her skin was soft and real, although as cold as ice. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Shannon ran a hand over his head and ruffled his buzz-cut hair as she always did. The rose scent grew denser in the room, clogging his nostrils, and making him light-headed. Her wispy image fluttered in his teary gaze.
“Jack, you have to let me go. I can’t go unless you release me.”
He closed his eyes, pulling back his hand. “I will always love you, Shannon. You can go now.”
When he opened his eyes, she was gone, along with her floral scent he would recognize until the day he died. He cried as he hugged his pillow and whispered good-bye to his big sister.
What had he done? He wanted her back. He wasn’t ready to let her go.
You can check out Jack O’Malley, his Ghost Releasers team, and Megan-the haunted widow in Ghostly Intentions, Book 1 of the Ghost Releasers, Inc. series. It is available on Amazon at the special release price of 99¢ or read it for FREE on Kindle Unlimited.
Jill James, romance author and believer of ghosts