As some of you may know, my family owns a condo on Jack Frost Mountain in the Poconos, which we rent out to vacationers as a little side business. We use the house ourselves a few times a year—enjoying a getaway and doing maintenance on the place, etc.
Recently, my husband had a conversation with the cleaner who services the house between tenants. “You realize your house has a presence in it, right?” she asked my husband. She told him that she is sensitive to spirits and among all the places she cleans, there are three houses with spirits in them. One (not ours) had scared off several cleaning services before her. “But they don’t bother me,” she said. “As soon as I go in, I call out, ‘Hello! It’s Judy! (not her real name) I’m just here to clean.’ And they don’t bother me, because they know I don’t mean any harm. Yours is male. He’s always there, but not always in the same room.”
When my husband shared this conversation with me, I laughed. We’ve had the house six years, and I’ve never sensed or seen a thing. But then again, as much as I’m interested in the supernatural, I know I’m not sensitive. A ghost could wear a sheet and rattle its chains in front of me, and I’d never see it. The most I can say is I’ve always felt a sense of happiness and well-being in the house.
But this weekend when we went up to the mountains, I remembered Judy’s story, and as soon as I walked in, I called out, “Hello! It’s us—Bob and Dianne and the girls!”
Shortly after arriving, I realized I’d done something dumb—left the bag with all our bed sheets at home. I ransacked our storage closet, and turned up two spare sets of fitted and flat sheets, but no pillow cases. So, I pulled the decorative shams off the pillows and brought them downstairs to the washer. “I found sheets,” I told my husband, “but we’re hurting for pillow cases. We’ll have to use the shams.” I opened the door to the laundry closet and discovered a pillow case lying folded on top of the dryer.
“Well, here’s one,” I said. “Left behind by a tenant.” I threw it into the washer. Then I went into my bedroom and pulled the comforter off the bed. Underneath, I found somebody had left a pillow case. I brought it out to the washer. “Funny. Here’s another one.”
I went back into the bedroom to unpack. When I opened the closet, I found two more pillow cases neatly folded and lying in a laundry basket. I showed them to Bob and added them to the washer.
“You’re kidding,” said my husband. “Ask for something else.”
“No,” I said. “I’m content.”
There are four people in my family. We were provided with exactly four unexpected pillow cases.
Why? Maybe because we finally introduced ourselves.
That is so cool! Who knows? Coincidence? Or not?
Oh, wow. *shivers*
What a sweet little story. I don’t really believe in such things, though when I hear tales like this, I’m definitely intrigued. It’s a truly cool explanation for the mysteriously ideal number of pillow cases!
That is so neat! Hmmm… You’ve made me think of We Hear The Dead. lol
Well, that gave me a pleasant little shiver. *grin*
Welcome to the Twilight Zone. 😀
A haunted condo in the woods, with service! That’s what I’m talking about. 🙂
Well, this makes your Pocono house 1000% more awesome!
So, your ghost’s name is Casper? Loved this. 🙂
LOL! Awesome story. I’m not a sensitive either. But I can freak myself out without the actual presence of ghosts, thank you very much.
Oh my gosh- love this story. My husband thinks I’m nuts because I always say ‘hello ghost, how are you?’ when books and frames mysteriously fall from one particular bookshelf we have (it happens a lot!)
I’m like your husband. I would’ve asked for something else, something trivial, just to prove it to me.
Cool story. Thanks for sharing.
Great story! I’m sensitive, so every time we’ve looked at houses (after living in a few haunted places) my wife asks me if I felt anything. The harmless hauntings are always interesting, but we also lived in two places with some not-so-nice paranormal occupants.
LOVE that story. I think, next time, you should announce you forgot to bring anything to make dinner.
Stuff like this never happens to me. I can’t decide if it would be fun or terrifying.
Your ghosts like you! Maybe next time you should be like. “Hey! It’s me. I’m hungry.” The might find you an apple pie or something.
That is very very interesting. And I think Lydia is right, your ghost(s) like you!
ha!!! Such a great story, Dianne!!!
What’s really beautiful is that he actually FOLDED those pillow cases for you. And all that happened AFTER this spirit made sure that someone else (the cleaning lady) had introduced you to his presence, prompting you to, in turn, introduce yourselves! I’ve lost count of the number of times this kind of thing has happened to me, and I’m always surprised and grateful. Someday, Dianne, long after you’ve left your body, you may offer the same kindness to someone. Really, when you think about it, it’s all just molecules and energy. You don’t have to have a body to move energy around.
Seriously? You told this so matter of factly! I find the idea of spirits fascinating. We always talk of them like they’re scaring and haunting but my mother used to always say, “the dead are busy doing too much good.” But really, your story, really???
Hi, Dianne! Interesting.
That is creepy! But the spirit (if there is one) appears to be friendly and open to friendliness! I’m with Lydia, maybe next time you should talk about your craving for chocolate ice cream and voila! A box in the freezer! 🙂
I love stories like that. Even though I still have a touch of the skeptic in me despite goings-on around our own house.