I realize that I’ve shared big and small thoughts on these posts. Everything from the state of the world to the minutiae of my life. There is, however, something I’ve never told you. In fact, this is something I haven’t mentioned to a single living soul.
There was always the fear that I was losing it – maybe it was a symptom of dementia or just evidence that my synapses were firing in the wrong direction.
It’s time, so here goes.
Every now and then I hear music. It’s very faint and not identifiable. There is also a voice – a man’s – but the words are indistinct.
This has only happened since I moved into this house.
It doesn’t happen every day or at a predictable time of day. Occasionally I’ll hear it when I go to bed and the house is otherwise very quiet. I’ve also been serenaded while sitting in my chair reading. There’s no rhyme or reason to the timing of it and it also doesn’t last very long – just enough to freak me out.
Sometimes I go look out the window for a vehicle or pedestrian going by with a radio playing. There’s never anybody there.
I’ve walked around the house and checked all the things I own which have the ability to play sounds but the TV, phones, radio, computer etc., are all silent.
I’ve chosen to believe it’s my ghost. The only other alternative is that it’s my mind behaving badly. Gnarls Barkley’s song then becomes my soundtrack for hours. Talk about earworms! 🙂
I am finally sharing this because something wonderful happened this morning. A friend was here very early for coffee – he was sitting on the couch playing with the animals while I scrolled through Twitter on the computer.
Suddenly he got up and started walking around the house looking out the windows and then went outside. When he got back I asked him WTH he was doing.
He said he heard music and what sounded like a man’s voice but he couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. Hallelujah!