Haunted October

So I haven't posted in over a week, but everything is fine.  I haven't been depressed or overwhelmed from Chicago as some of my sister boobs - I just haven't really had anything exciting to write about.  However, as of today, I am almost in the 240s, which is exciting, but I'm not quite there.  I have my 4th fill coming up this Friday.  I currently have 6 ccs in my Realize band and have heard that for those with my type of band needing a larger fill to feel restriction is not unusual.  I think I am close to my sweet spot, so I do intend to ask for a fill on Friday. 

Now on to haunted October.  Camille of living large in C.C. wrote a post titled Haunted Hotel Weekend.  It made me think that in the spirit of Halloween, we should all write about scary things that have happened to us, friends or maybe scary movies that we liked.  Might help some of us who are feeling unmotivated to write (moi being one of them) to have a "go to" topic for October. 

Now, for my first scary story, it comes from my late grandmother.  She was a little kid and was walking up the steps of her house when she saw this grey mist pass in front of her from one wall to the next.  Before she really had time to think about what it was the doorbell wrang.  The neighbor's wife was crying hysterically saying that she couldn't wake up her husband.  My grandmother then realized she had just seen the spirit of the man who had, indeed, just passed away. 

A second story from my grandmother is about her uncle.  I guess in the olden days people would have large portraits of loved ones in their home.  There was a picture of her uncle in her home and one day her and her parents heard a sound from upstairs.  They ran upstairs and saw a large crack across the glass framing his picture.  A few minutes later the phone rang.  Come to find out there had been a large explosion at the docs where her uncle worked and he had been killed.  Weird but true!

Remember when you were a kid and would always run down the steps because you were sure somebody was behind you?  Or remember when you would always leap in and out of bed so the monster underneath couldn't grab your feet?  Lastly, anybody afraid to look in a mirror in the dark?   Truthies - this still kind of freaks me out and I totally avoid the mirror when I walk into my bathroom at night. 

I love a good ghost story so hopefully you can muster one up for me sometime in October.  I'm giving you plenty of time.