The wonderful T.B. McKenzie at Magickless - and author of The Dragon and the Crow - has gifted me with an award:
His reason is what I want to share with you, because there is a tale that goes with it - Angela Brown...who believes ghosts can possess toy cars.
So instead of following the rules, sharing x amount of things, giving to x amount of people when I know I'll torture myself and end up completely unable to pick anybody after two hours of trying to narrow down my list from "I think EVERYONE is gosh darned kreativ" to "I'll pick YOU." Saving myself two hours of pain.
Got a couple of ghost stories.
1. I'm sitting at home, alone, online doing writerly things. I hear my daughter's RC Lightning McQueen car shake a bit and spit out a one-liner from Cars 2. Here's the problem, I go over to check her remote - which is the only way to make the car do anything - and it's off. The car itself was also off so I'm not exactly sure of the who, what, why, and how it happened, but it did. There could be some logical reason an object that is turned off will have a spitfire moment. I'll just keep this one filed under "inexplicable" :-)
2. As some of you know, my mother left this world more than a decade ago. At the time it happened, I was a very angry young woman and her widower and I hardly got along while she was alive. When she left, all hell literally broke loose. One such "looseness" was a young woman who claimed to only pop on the scene out of desperation. However, I arrived home one evening to find her a shaky, jittery mess on the front porch of the house. She couldn't handle going back inside. Instead of pummeling her with all the choice words that raged in my mind, I asked her why. I mean, she looked a mess. She stammered a bit and explained that while sitting in my late mother's room, she'd noticed small things like flickering lights (only in that room). But she knew all bets were off when she stared at my late mother's dresser and watched as a lamp shook violently from the middle of it to the edge then slam on the floor. I asked her if the house was shaking or if she was moving and she just trembled and rocked some more and answered, "That was your momma. I know it was. I got to get outta here!"
I didn't disagree. Not a day later she was gone.
Logic dictates there is a rational explanation for everything in life. Birds fly because they have wings. Trees rustle because of a breeze. Understanding everything around us is comforting. But there are just some things that can't be explained or perhaps the mystery is better left as is.
What about you? Strictly logical and nothing more? Do you believe ghosts exist or are just figments of an active imagination?