I’m beginning to think my husband Steve has a specter–a ghostly apparition hanging around him, who is apparently technologically inclined. It’s really unfair that I have to be the one to write this post because Steve and Ray probably orchestrated this whole thing and are laughing at me right now. But here goes:
Is it possible that after visiting so many haunted places (Remington Arms in Bridgeport; the White Lady in Easton; the Little Gennessee Settlement in Guilford; Downs Road in Hamden), that something may have climbed in the the car and come home with us? I have heard that if you take items with you from places like Dudleytown that you can experience paranormal activity. Maybe you don’t just have to take items. Maybe you just have to capture images.
I admit I’m the gullible one around here, but even Steve can’t deny that something weird is going on.
Last night my sister-in-law used her contact list in her cell phone to call me and she swears a male voice answered and asked her if she is an idiot. I get the urge to ask people that all the time, but she swears this was a MALE voice. She double-checked her call list and it was indeed my phone she called. Yeah, I guess lines can be crossed.
But now tonight my other sister-in-law is telling us she’s sure Steve called her tonight, but we know that he didn’t.
Maybe Steve is pulling our legs. Or maybe something followed us?