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July 2001
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The
Ghost's Hug
by Darnell
My husband and I ran a small construction business and had been contracted to do a job in an older section of a nearby town. The house was built in the early part of the 1900s. We were to totally gut the inside of the home and hang new drywall, put in new flooring and paint, etc.
One day I was in the kitchen nailing down the plywood flooring. My children were with me and were busy playing in the yard by the back door and inside on the first floor. But nearby so that I knew what they were up to. I was working at a steady pace, on my hands and knees working my way backward toward the stairs leading to the second floor off the back of the kitchen. I was tired and had stopped for a moment to catch my breath. I straightened up, still on my knees. I was now at the base of the stairs. I was suddenly hugged from behind by a small child. It was such a loving hug that I turned around to give whichever of my children gave me this wonderful feeling a hug in return. There was no one there. I immediately got a cold, eerie feeling and jumped to my feet. I called out to the kids. They were in my pickup truck parked a few feet from the back door, coloring in their coloring books. I packed up my things and left. I told my husband what had happened and the reason I did not finish my work. He could not believe it. He then told me that a small boy had been playing with his brother, who was emotionally disturbed and had been accidentally pushed down the stairs and had died - in the 1930's.
When we returned the next day, the owner accused us of going upstairs in the bedrooms and unrolling rolls of wallpaper and pulling down the window shades and generally making a mess. In the days that followed, while we worked, we could hear feet running back and forth upstairs. Tools were missing and the owner kept saying we were going upstairs where their personal belongings were and messing them up. We never went upstairs at all. We were told not to. We did not invade their personal space.
We finally left the job unfinished because of these strange happenings. I could not seem to stay in the kitchen. I would get gooseflesh, feel strange, sense something - the feeling was of happiness, loneliness and love.
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