But once wakened with a ghost story I can't really fall back asleep. So I lay there listening to the chuga chuga sounds of the many night trains of Brookfield, IL. While I tell myself that the shadow in the corner most certainly does NOT look like a revolutionary war soldier, no mam.
Last night I spent the time awake thinking about the questions that I would actually like to ask my ghost seeing daughter, but of course don't:
But nope, I tell her there are no such thing as ghosts, only guardian angels. And that she should get some shut eye because her sleep deprived mother will be counting on her to make us lunch and get us to school on time. And she laughs and pretends I'm just kidding even though we both know I'm really hoping that she'll make the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
- Dude, seriously? What did they look like? Did you try to talk to them?
- Did they happen to say anything like "Lottery" or "Lotteria" and then give you a string of numbers?
- Next time a nice one comes by can you ask him or her where I dropped my car keys, they have been missing for days man.
- When you are a ghost can you visit any house, like say actor John Hamm's, or do you have to stay in your own?
- Can they see us when we pick our noses or go to the bathroom, or do they just freaky-hover by the bed while we sleep?
- Is it true that if you imagine a circle of light around you ghosts can't come near you. Or do they just wonder why you are scrunching up your face so hard whenever you lay down in bed?
- Are the ghosts of homemakers past pissed off that I use a Swiffer Wet Jet instead of scrubbing the lino on my hands and knees?
- Do they feel that movies like Bill Cosby's Ghost Dad are an insult to the spirit world, or is it so awful they find it to be ironic and funny in a Napoleon Dynamite kind of way?