I Believe In Ghosts But I Don’t Trust Them After Being Ghosted By A Long-Dead 17th Century Baron
The relationship was dead before it even started
As a well-known psychic, I get called upon quite often to help locate lost items, comfort the living, and quiet the departed. Last week I persuaded a deceased child to stop taking his sister’s toys. And four months ago I written up on all the good ghost blogs because of my success in finding out where a dead family member buried their jewels. Talk about great SEO.
In my mind spirits were more or less harmless. Now, I’m not so sure. Especially when it comes to the heart.
It started when I got called in to make contact with Lord Gravewood’s dead daughter. But my communication was intercepted by another. Not a small girl, but a male presence. It was the long dead Rodger Gravewood, a well-known rake from the Elizabethan era.
I didn’t think much of it at first. It was just the normal taps and shaking doors. But soon, after he asked if I was comfortable with his advances, it became little slaps in unexpectedly thrilling places and jokingly pulling at my dress so he could see my ankles. Yeah, he’s from a different time, so that’s actually pretty hot. It does make me wonder though if he was only into me because he thought I was wealthy. I brought a cinnamon bun and chai latte to the first séance. And spices were literal gold back then.
However with my growing attachment I ignored the warnings about him being the equivalent of a playboy. Turns out death doesn’t change people.
Maybe I made things weird. During one divination session he spelled out, “You are stunning,” on the Ouija board. I am embarrassed to say I grew bold and spelled back, “I love you.”
I thought he would respond in kind. But there was nothing. From that point on there has been no contact. No matter how much I’ve tried, it seems as if the deceased Gravewood had just vanished.
A job is a job so I still work as a psychic, but my heart isn’t in it.
I no longer believe in ghosts. I mean I believe they are real, I just don’t trust them.
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