Halloween is upon us which means ghosts and a fascination with all things ghostly. I have never encountered a ghost, but I’ve always been interested in them. Who are these good spirits and bad, inhabiting our world for reasons we cannot know, some to protect and warn, others to share the misery they suffered during their mortal lives?
Winder has its share of ghost tales, so in the spirit of the season, I will share some of the versions I have heard, as I remember them, with you.
My house has a ghost. His name is Pete. We don’t know why he’s here or when he came, but tales of him proceed our family’s 23 years in this drafty old home, which was built in 1903. Pete is a happy-go-lucky sort with the energy of a young man. He mostly appears to young people and seems to have the most “fun” when gaggles of teens hang out here. He likes to hide keys, bang on drum sets and pianos, and occasionally, cast a chill on a guest he doesn’t feel should be here. Other than that, Pete’s very low key, so we are happy to have him here.