I bought a lovely new house. It had everything – high celings, lovely gardens and splendid views. My nearest neighbour was not so far away that I felt isolated and yet not so near that I had to see them all the time. You could go so far as to say it was perfect!
Moving day came. I must have been so exhausted unpacking I didn’t even notice at the problem at first. I slept well the first few nights. It was on the fourth that things started to change.
Bump, bump, bump through the night. It was a little irritating at first but I ignored it and I assumed I could sleep through it but continued on and on.
The next morning – after having spent the worst nights sleep of my life – I decided to call in an exterminator.
He came around noon, carrying potions and poisons that would kill on known creatures on God’s earth.
“I think it’s rats,” I complained. I was a little disgruntled that I hadn’t been warned of it before I moved in.
“I’ve been doing this for a long time and I’ve seen all sorts of things. I’ll take a look,” the exterminator said with his moustache twitching.
He did his checks. There was a lot of banging and clattering. Finally he emerged wearing thick goggles.
“So what is it? Rats? Roaches? I want all the details so I can sue the estate agent.”
The exterminator took his goggles off.
“It’s none of those things,” he said.
“Then what is it?” I asked.
“We’re going to have to bring in specialists.”
“What is it?” I asked again.
“Ghosts! I knew the house was old. I just didn’t realise how old.
“Not just one ghost. There is a whole family of them,” the exterminator said with a knowledgable air. “You are infested with them. I’ve never seen a ghost infestation like that in all my years.”
“How did that happen?”
He seemed to know what he was talking about so I had to ask him.
“It all starts with one lonely ghost. Then they invite their friends before you know it you can’t get rid of them. The government is the cause of this really for not keeping stricter checks on them.”
I don’t know how much the government could do. If the ghosts were lonely maybe they just needed somewhere to go.
“It’s best you just ignore them,” the exterminator went on. “Pretend they don’t exist. More often than not the problem just goes away. Or you can call a specialist to get rid of them. They just want to come here and make us like them anyway.”
I started to feel sorry for my ghosts. What if they needed help?
“If they are lonely why can’t I just give them a place to stay?” I wondered more to myself.
“But what if one goes bad and starts throwing things around and hurts someone?” the exterminator was appalled that I would accommodate the ghosts.
“Even if one of them were bad that doesn’t mean they are all bad. In fact some of them may actually be really good and want to help around the house … you know … contribute.”
The exterminated started gathering his equipment.
“It’s your choice,” he said. “I wouldn’t have them in my house, around my children. In my experience they just want to come to nice places like this and drive out good people like yourself.”
I ignored the ignorance. I wanted to learn more about my ghosts. I wanted to learn their individual stories that brought them to my home.
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