The Spirits Are Alive and Well

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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

Linda Knight Seccaspina was born in Cowansville, Quebec about the same time as the wheel was invented and the first time she realized she could tell a tale was when she got caught passing her smutty stories around in Grade 7 at CHS by Mrs. Blinn. When Derek "Wheels" Wheeler from Degrassi Jr. High died in 2010, Linda wrote her own obituary. Some people said she should think about a career in writing obituaries. Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa from 1976-1996. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off she finally found her calling. Is it sex drugs and rock n' roll you might ask? No, it is history. Seeing that her very first boyfriend in Grade 5 (who she won a Twist contest with in the 60s) is the head of the Brome Misissiquoi Historical Society and also specializes in local history back in Quebec, she finds that quite funny. She writes every single day and is also a columnist for Hometown News and Screamin's Mamas. She is a volunteer for the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum, an admin for the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page, and a local guest speaker. She has been now labelled an historian by the locals which in her mind is wrong. You see she will never be like the iconic local Lanark County historian Howard Morton Brown, nor like famed local writer Mary Cook. She proudly calls herself The National Enquirer Historical writer of Lanark County, and that she can live with. Linda has been called the most stubborn woman in Lanark County, and has requested her ashes to be distributed in any Casino parking lot as close to any Wheel of Fortune machine as you can get. But since she wrote her obituary, most people assume she's already dead. Linda has published six books, "Menopausal Woman From the Corn," "Cowansville High Misremembered," "Naked Yoga, Twinkies and Celebrities," "Cancer Calls Collect," "The Tilted Kilt-Vintage Whispers of Carleton Place," and "Flashbacks of Little Miss Flash Cadilac." All are available at Amazon in paperback and Kindle. Linda's books are for sale on Amazon or at Wisteria · 62 Bridge Street · Carleton Place, Ottawa, Canada, and at the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum · 267 Edmund Street · Carleton Place, Ottawa, Canada--Appleton Museum-Mississippi Textile Mill and Mill Street Books and Heritage House Museum and The Artists Loft in Smith Falls.

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