The Spirits Are Alive and Well


A loud noise broke the stillness of the night and goosebumps crawled up my arms. It was no secret the house had a history of ghostly residents, but most remained silent. The dog looked at me closely and didn’t jump at the chance to go check the source either. You couldn’t blame him, but someone had to take care of the situation.

As I walked carefully to the other side of the house what I encountered blew me away in more ways than one. A small framed partition that had been nailed into the wall had blown across the hall to an adjoining bedroom. The space left by the fallen wood was now a black and dense void and I wasn’t about to look towards its interior. Instead, I grabbed a step stool and duct taped it closed. The hall was now filled with a cold crisp breeze, and I quickly left the room, and shut the door.

The next morning my friend looked into the situation and he told me all he could see inside the open void was the roof belonging to the original house. He nailed it back shut and I thought nothing more of it until that afternoon.

A hospital volunteer was visiting with me in the living room and her face turned blank. She turned to me and said:

“Did you see that?”

I had not seen anything, but had most certainly felt the stiff cold breeze that passed between us. She told me she had seen shadows of a little girl and boy run by her and go towards a Christmas tree in the window. Once again I wondered what had come out of (what I now call) the portal in the wall the night before.

The house was eventless the rest of the week until I had many people come to my home on a charity house tour. There were no portals blown, nor shadows of children, but a tiny woman came towards me and grabbed my hand. She smiled and looked at me straight in the eyes and said:

“The spirits are alive and well!”

I had always known that, but now I had some sort of reaffirmation. There would always be life ever after in my home, and that was fine with me. When the event was over I looked at the guest book and there was the woman’s name with a comment she had left in the book:

“The spirits are alive and well!”

I wasn’t afraid as I knew they were here to protect me and the former inhabitants. After all, in the past 30 years I hardly knew they were there.



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About lindaseccaspina

Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda was a fashion designer, and then owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa on Rideau Street from 1976-1996. She also did clothing for various media and worked on “You Can’t do that on Television”. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off on American media she finally found her calling. She is a weekly columnist for the Sherbrooke Record and documents history every single day and has over 6500 blogs about Lanark County and Ottawa and an enormous weekly readership. Linda has published six books and is in her 4th year as a town councillor for Carleton Place. She believes in community and promoting business owners because she believes she can, so she does.

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