A little ghost story.
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Several years ago my now deceased Aunt Margaret told me an interesting story while handing me a small plastic white tailed Deer trinket stating, “This was a pin your father used to wear on his favorite sweater when we were children.”
With an inquisitive eye and bewildered thought I genuinely said, “Well thank you Aunt Margaret. And asked her, ”Is there something else you want to add to this gesture?”, while I slipped it into my pocket.
”Yes. I have a funny little story about your Uncle Gene.” As she then went on to explain. “You know how proud your Uncle Gene was of this home. He spent so much time re-modeling everything for us and was so picky about his castle.”
”He was a hard working and meticulous man. I remember quite well Aunt Margaret.” Giving her my undivided attention and a wonder where this memory was going.
She lit a Virginia Slim and sipped at her coffee with a smile and added, “Do you remember that sign he bought at the Dutchess County State Fair that had our last name etched in a finished piece of Pine Wood for display on ones home?”
”You’re referring to the sign on the front of your house Aunt Margaret?” I ask still a bit confused.
”Yes.” As she chuckled and continued to explain. “Well I always hated that sign and would constantly nag him to remove it. There all so damned tacky and everyone has one. It’s just so not me. But of course it was his castle and he liked it. What could I do? Nothing. So that always bothered me too. Six months after he died I had it removed from the front of the house. It was just hanged on two little eye hooks and I stuck it in the wash room not knowing what I was going to do with it. Well you know me and clutter. I decided just throw it out. I put it into a white plastic trash bag and then into a box which I taped shut. I might have lost a few hours sleep that night but watched the garbage truck haul off the trash in the morning and started feeling more guilty.”
I ask in confusion, “Aunt Margaret the sign is still hanging. Did you buy another one?
With another sip of her coffee and a smile she screams,”NOOOO! That’s just it. One week later I get a knock on the door from one of the garbage men. He hands me the sign and states,” “Sorry to bother you Mrs. Heady but I noticed this sign while bulldozing the landfill. It kind of flew up at me while pushing in the land fill and landed right on the front of the dozier. Gene used to come by often and drink coffee with the other truck drivers he knew in the business of heavy equipment operation and we thought maybe some kids took it off the home as a prank. I thought you might want it back. I see I’m right because it’s missing from the front of your house. I drive by every morning and always notice it. This is the sign, right?”
”What could I say? I threw it out? It was Gene’s way of getting the sign back up on the home he loved so dearly and I must have made him mad by discarding it. The garbage man asked if I wanted it hanged back up and I said of course and just laughed all day. That man is still getting his way even though he has passed away.” She declared with a laugh and a puff.
I’ve thought a lot about that story. Was it a paranormal incident from beyond the grave or just a coincidence?
Can the dead still impose their will on the living?
Later that evening I took the cool little Deer trinket and melted it to the front of my favorite acoustic guitar as a pick clip. Maybe in a hundred years when I’m dead and gone the very guitar I play, wailing the blues, will be forever ensconced with the Deer trinket and the power of the dead can sing through my Ovation!
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Really nice one!! Thank you for sharing 
Wow! this is an interesting story and I like it!
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