Just got home a few minutes ago and I’m still in a state of shock. Shock, denial, whatever.

Okay. Let me start by reiterating that the supernatural and I are old friends. Mom, witch. Dad, necromancer. Bodyguard, zombie. Best friend, vampire. If I hadn’t grown up with all of that then maybe I’d be wigging out much worse than I already am. I mean… Crap.

Tonight I met a ghost. A real live ghost. I’m aware of the contradiction there. But holy frikkin’ cow - a ghost!

In all my years I’ve never seen one, much less exchanged words with one. As someone who does routinely speak to the dead, I’ve seen firsthand what happens to people when they die. Never have I caught a spirit lurking about the cemeteries or murder scenes or morgues. No odd shadows, no unusual movements out of the corner of my eye. Nothing! Frankly, I assumed they didn’t exist. Just fiction created by writers afraid of what’s next when they pass away.

I never asked mom or dad about them. It never occurred to me to ask. So it’s safe to assume that the existence of ghosts was never on my radar.

Until tonight when one stepped in front of me and asked if she could speak to me. At first I thought it was just someone who had a question about the next zombie rally, so I wasn’t paying much attention having answered that question a gazillion times earlier in the evening. It wasn’t until I actually LOOKED at her that I realized she wasn’t all there.

I must have gasped or something because she smiled and waited patiently for me to get over it and answer her.  It took a while though, I will admit. She was amazing! She had a shimmery sheen, like she was standing in moonlight. Her form would also waver, like a flicker as if someone had flipped a switch or something. And I could see through her. That was the weirdest part. I could look at her face, right in her eyes and see the painting on the wall behind her.

“What are you?” I remember asking because at this point I just wasn’t sure. I don’t think I’d gotten to ‘She’s a ghost’ yet.

“I’m a ghost.” She replied. Oh. Oh holy hell.

I must have looked skeptical because she smiled at me again and gestured to the next room. “Let’s step into the library and talk. Please.” She said to me. It was the “Please.” that shook me out of my reverie. There was an air of urgency to it.

I should back up a bit and explain where I was and what I was doing there, but I’ll save that for the next post. I need to regroup.

More later.