Months ago, my daughter and her husband asked me to babysit her white sixty-pound dog named Meeka. They wanted to go to Atlantic City overnight. They love that dog so much they can’t bear to put her in a kennel for one day.
I was glad to babysit because their house is in a beautiful area full of trees and wildlife and peaceful air. I watched Netflix and let the dog out in the yard many times. Cooked myself a bunch of food to munch on for the next few hours and tea, I drink a lot of tea.
Meeka is very protective of family. While I was there if a bird flew onto the window sill and someone was walking their dog and the mailman put mail in the mailbox, she went crazy barking and wouldn’t stop until she felt we were safe from the little bird, strange people and dogs and the mailman.
Nightfall came and Meeka and I were ready to sleep.
“Let’s go Meeka, time to get ready to sleep.” I said to her.
I could have slept upstairs in the master bedroom or in the finished basement. Neither appealed to me because I felt too trapped. So, I decided to sleep in the TV room on the big beige cushy couch on the main floor near the front door. Both Meeka and I fit there perfectly on the couch with room to spare.
I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t get comfortable, it was eerily quiet and Meeka was on alert. She was scary and freaking me out. I listened really hard and couldn’t hear anything. I kept watching Meeka and the look on her furry face and her demeanor was that of terror. But why?
“Meeka, are you OK?” I whispered. Meeka was frozen in her spot on the couch at my feet. She didn’t move.
In the TV room there’s a security camera and I watched it to see if there was any indication that there was any sentient being around. Maybe a deer, wayward cat, lost dog or burglar.
I finally fell asleep for a few hours; I suddenly woke up to see Meeka at about 2 am sitting on the couch next to me looking into the air.
“Meeka, what do you see?” her eyes were fixed on something that I could not see.
That is when I realized, believe it or not, that the house has a ghost. Meeka could sense it and I was unexplainably on edge feeling I had eyes on me. I don’t know what the history is of that house but it is not the first time I have seen shadows there. I dismissed the shadows at the time but now it is confirmed that it was a ghost watching us. I got the sense the ghost wanted to know who we were or who I was.
Now I know it may seem unreasonable or unbelievable or hocus pocus but I know what I felt and so did Meeka.
After hours of tossing and turning I finally fell asleep for a few more hours. When I woke up there was Meeka on the floor next to me and as soon as she saw me awake, she was wagging her tail and delighted to have me up and light of day blasting in the windows.
I let her in the yard and we were both calm and had some breakfast.
When my daughter and her husband came back, I did not tell them what happened because I did not want to scare them. But Meeka and I know.
I finished my visit and exhausted from lack of sleep I made my way home forever changed and at that moment I knew I was holding the secret of the un-named ghost in family.
Georgia
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