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The ghost smells nice at least
The ghost smells nice at least The most recent supernatural phenomenon happening around here is a phantom smell that comes and goes. I first noticed the smell yesterday as I was getting ready for work. It's a pleasant smell. It's bright, citrusy, flowery, almost woodsy. It's a very familiar smell, but I couldn't quite place it. This morning I called my sister, the cool sister, and asked her to come smell my house. Being a good sport, and craving adventure, she stopped in while running errands. She walked around sniffing, sniffing, and finally she caught a whiff. She immediately said "L'air Du Temps........ Holy fuck....... Aunt Mae is haunting you...... What do you do to piss her off?!" The house I live was my Aunt Mae and Uncle Jake's "summer place." They never had so Aunt Mae was very close to her nieces and nephews, I seemed to be the one who had the closest relationship with her. Aunt Mae was the coolest person ever. She taught me a lot about life, and loving. We went halfsies when her brother (my dad) needed bailed out of jail after a peaceful protest over radioactive waste in the Quehanna wilderness. She was awesome, and that's not a word I just toss around. She was the best. When she decided to move into a retirement community and sell her properties, I was given first shot at the summer place. I took it. She told me "it's your house now, love it, live well there, change what you want, just be sure to plant something new every year, or I'll haunt you!" I haven't planted anything new this spring, but this morning I made a trip to a garden center and grabbed a Gaura to add to the perennial bed. I hope to get it planted tomorrow, but I wouldn't mind Aunt Mae hanging around. |
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I absolutely love this story
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cherish the memory of the person that became the friendly ghost
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A good ghost...
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I'd tell her to bake more cookies while she's there.
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I have got to stop reading your ghost blogs in the dead of night. Each time i close out the box and turn on all the lights in my house. LOL
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