What would you do if you were having a delightful conversation with someone, only to realize that no one else could see your friend? How would you react? On my Facebook page I listed 4 common thoughts. Would you go get your head checked? Tell no one? Tell only your close friends, or shout it to the world?
Me? There’s no way I could keep something so cool a secret. I’d have to tell my close friends. If the spirit would have appeared to everyone then everyone was meant to know. But if it appeared only to me I would assume the spirit wants a certain level of discretion, so I definitely wouldn’t shout it to the world. Would I think I was crazy? Well, maybe a little. But I’d rather have faith than doubts 🙂
In Wingless, something similar happens to the characters. They each have their own reactions, for better or good. In the end, I would love to sit down and have dinner with a spirit.
Shelley Martin Fiction 
Haha you and me both 😉 we’re both gushers
I talked to a spirit all the time…he just never talked back though, at least not that I could hear. The first preschool I ever worked at, we always used to joke about the little ghost. We’d come in in the mornings and find toys scattered about as if someone had been playing during the night. When I was in there alone, I’d talk to the little ghost. For some reason I imagined it was a boy. The activity would increase around certain times of year, like holidays and vacations, so I’d explain like if Christmas break was coming up, what it was and what it meant and that we’d be back after a little while, so he wouldn’t be anxious. This went on for 5 years. It was in my last year teaching there that I was chatting with a friend of a friend, and mentioned where I worked. Her jaw dropped and she was like, “you work at the school where the little boy died!” Shelley, I kid you not, I got chills all over my body and I’ve got them again just thinking about it! She told me that years before (the school had been open since 1950, a long time for a preschool) a dad who was going through a bitter divorce went to pick up his son, took him just outside the front door into the little courtyard there, and shot him to death. Then he went home and burned his house down with himself inside it. All the time we’d been joking about the “preschool ghost”, and all the time I’d been talking to him, he was really there!
So I never “imagined” it was a little boy… I PERCEIVED it, because that’s what he was! Or rather, IS, I guess… the school closed shortly after I left; they hired a HORRIBLE director that year, just ghastly, and I left halfway through the year in protest of her policies. It broke my heart to leave the children (invisible child included) but I honestly felt that a school being run the way she was running it shouldn’t even be allowed to stay in business and I CERTAINLY did not want any professional connection to it; sure enough, at the end of the school year it closed down for good. They’d hired her in September, I’d left in February, and in less than one academic year she destroyed forever a school that had been in business for over five decades 😦 So it’s been sitting empty since 2005, except maybe for Sunday school because it was affiliated with a church. So sad for the ghost child… I really did feel like he got anxious around the holidays, didn’t want us to leave… and now he’s there all alone, always 😦
Kyra, I’d like to think that little spirit hopefully found another place to play. Or, at the very least, passed on 🙂
Wow Kyra!!! That is absolutely incredible!! Shelley, I hope you’re right. 🙂 I talk to one… or write to one more like. XD