As The House Settles Down Tonight
"This house really spooks you," I observed while my husband and I were turning in for the night just a little while ago.
"Yes! It does..."
Scully is a scientist and, before meeting me, he had never thought seriously about the existence of ghosts. Now, he is extremely open-minded.
Our little girl continued over the holidays to speak about ghosts. She actually is talking about (1) the ghostly characters in cartoons like the Backyardigans and (2) her ghost named, "Ollie". (She actually spoke of ghosts around the home before being introduced to the images of popular culture. When she started to talk about seeing ghosts, I decided that I needed to teach her to be unafraid and to speak openly with me about her experiences.)
Late this afternoon, we ventured out to the backyard and she insisted on going up to the potting shed again. She knocked on the door.
I asked her, this time as before, "Who lives there?"
"Ollie lives there."
So, Ollie lives in our house and, according to our two-year-old, in the potting shed. Fascinating. I have seen him around but not very often. She sees him often.
The other day, I heard her telling him that I had put a tablecloth on her little table:
"My Mummy do that. Not fair." (Funny, she didn't say anything when I put it on the table.)
Anyway, I just couldn't fall asleep tonight, so I came down to my office.