Last week some of my friends and I
were discussing an article in the paper about a ghost hunter in our town. “I
don’t know if as Christians, we should believe that ghosts exist. Do you
believe in ghosts?” she asked me.
“Oh, yes,” I said. I told her a
quick story about a “ghost” car that Jim and I had seen on an evening walk many
years ago. I didn’t tell her about my many other close encounters with the unexplainable.
It always seems that at Halloween
time, the weird and strange seems to be on our minds. I take special care to
avoid creepy things anymore, and try not to call attention to myself when it
comes to the paranormal. My brother and I wrote a book a few years ago, Apparitions: Twisted Tales and Yarns,
which was mostly fiction.
Anyway, Halloween is just a fun time
for me now, with all things calm and normal. I even bought a pair of Halloween
leggings adorned with spider webs. I completed my outfit with a pair of spider web/spider
earrings. I wore my outfit the day our family band played music for a food
drive in our hometown. After we packed
away our instruments and said our goodbyes, I headed home.
I was cruising along listening to
Prime Country when I noticed a dark spot out of the corner of my eye. I
occasionally have “floaters” and thought this was a particularly bad one. Then
I noticed that it seem to be moving. I reached up, pulled off my glasses, and
my floater turned out to be a spider web stuck to my glasses. I thought that
was a little bit coincidental since I was wearing all my spidery garb.
A few days later, I wore the same
outfit to town. As I was sitting in the left hand turn lane waiting for the
light to change, I dialed my mom’s number to chat with her on my way home. She
answered the phone at the same moment a mean looking spider crawled across my
windshield. “I have to get this spider out of my car,” I said.
My mom had me on speaker and my
brother and sister-in-law could hear me. My sister-in-law told me I should not
be talking on the phone while I was driving—much less battling a spider. “It’s
hands free,” I explained, as I pushed the button to lower the window. I grabbed
a piece of mail off the seat and tried to flip the spider out the window.
Now why would a spider go out the
window when he had a gigantic web all over my legs? Well, he disappeared all
right, but I didn’t know where he went. I finally made my left-hand turn and
pulled into a parking lot. I jumped out frantically brushing off my clothes,
shaking my hair, examining the car. He was nowhere to be found. I don’t know
what happened to him.
I do know that I had three people
laughing at me as I cautiously crawled back into my car. I guess, I couldn’t
just abandon my car because a darned spider was hiding out in it—somewhere.
When I think about it, the spider
pants seemed to be a spider magnet. All I can say is I’m glad I chose them over
the second choice—ghost pants.
Copyright © October 2019 by L.S. Fisher
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