A few nights ago I was hanging out in my living room catching up with the DVR after the day’s duties were complete, when I felt a presence enter the room. The only information I picked up right away was that it was male. He quickly approached me and latched on. Like I said, the day’s duties were done and I was not into putting energy into helping him move on right now, so I employed the ignoring technique I have become so good at over the years.
I watched a little more television before heading upstairs to my husband in his office. When I entered the room, presence still hanging on, my husband made the
I-smell-something-horrible face and asked what the smell was. I didn’t smell anything, especially not anything strong enough to warrant that kind of expression, so I asked what it smelled like.
His reply was quickly, “Vinegar.”
Shortly followed by, “And poop.” (OK, that was slightly censored).
I still didn’t smell it, but thought it may have something to do with my siamese spirit twin I had recently acquired. I told him I’d see what I could do about taking care of it.
Sure enough, he tells me, when I left the room, so did the smell. And yes, I did have him smell me to make sure I wasn’t the source of the stench!
I proceeded downstairs and managed to send him on his way.
I guess that’s one way to get attention when being ignored!
When I returned upstairs a bit later, I was glad to see I was not greeted by the disgusted face as the previous time.
Problem solved.
Warning to all stinky ghosts: My kids and my pets do a darn fine job of stinking this place up as it is, so don’t bring your stench to my place unless you’re ready to move on…now.
