I‘m going down to Ocala tomorrow with an assortment of Mama’s granddaughters to do a final great day of cleaning on her house. In the process of nailing our plans with daddy, I casually asked about his ghostly “shadder.” He has never been too worried about it, and told me that since it seemed to originate in Mama’s old bedroom at the end of the hall, he’d simply moved his bedroom there, if for no other reason than he was tired of being haunted. In consequence, the ghostly “shadder” has ceased its nightly appearances.
I can only conclude from this turn of events that the ghost was lonely, and wanted him to return to his bedroom of origin and quit sleeping way away in the front bedroom. I have also learned that when dealing with ghosts, don’t run away in terror, but befriend them. They don’t mean to terrorize, but like all of us, just want a sympathetic ear, or bed partner. They just want to be seen – and who can blame them?