We’d sit under the billiard table with blankets draped down the sides. We’d write ’yes’, ‘no’ and the letters of the alphabet on little squares of paper and put them in a circle. Then, by the torchlight, we’d all place a finger on an upturned glass in the centre of the circle. One of us would ask a question and we’d wait for a spirit to come into the glass.
The glass moves slowly at first. We all look at each other. But then the glass tips over because whoever is pushing it pushes too hard.
I’ve never seen a ghost. I’m not sure I ever want to see one. But I do know this; people talk about a ghost living at a pub in a small Victorian Mallee town. And someone I know was standing at the urinal in that pub when he heard the door knob turn. The door opened and footsteps came through and stopped right beside him. But there was no-one there.
That’s the sort of thing we wanted to happen with our Ouija board when we were kids. Not as an adult when you’re alone in the toilet of an old pub.
‘Are ghosts real?’ is today’s prompt in I’m Blogging Every Day in May! with Clairey Hewitt.
I don’t know what my friend did or what I’d have done. What would you have done? Do you have any experiences like that or thoughts about whether ghosts are real?