My ghostly story - Ladies of Hive community Contest #66

My eyes fluttered open in the darkened bedroom. Where was I? A little fog of confusion filled my sleepy dream state mind until I realised I was in a beautifully furnished stately bedroom at Glin Castle near the town of Limerick in the Republic of Ireland.

Gazing around the darkened tastefully decorated room and heavy curtains I was feeling very cosy in a comfortable single bed, listening to the quiet rhythmic snoring of my sleeping my roomie. She is also my sister-in-law, a lady full of fun and kindness.

Had I really landed in Dublin airport a little over a week ago with my small group of travelling family buddies? So much has happened in such a short time, we have driven lots of kilometres, seen lots and done lots. I will remember with fondness walking in the woodland of Kilkenny, exploring the seaside towns of Dingle and Galway and eating dinner in the old pubs listening full of Irish singing and fiddles.

Now, I just want to imprint in my mind this bedroom scene and think of what had taken place in this lovely old gentry Castle. I liked the High Teas but was not too fussed on cucumber sandwiches, the walk around the inside of the walled garden checking out the thriving vegetables, herbs and flowers was extra special. But, most of all I loved dressing up, eating dinner and sipping wine around the old dining room table and talking of ghosts in Glin Castle.

Do ghosts really walk the corridors and rooms of Glin Castle?

No of course not I whispered in my mind, I don't believe in ghosts.

Suddenly in my bed as I lay very still I saw light and a slight movement near the chair in front of me. I blinked, my heart skipped a beat, it couldn't be! I laid very still focussing on the chair. Then I saw her, a youngish lady with golden ringlets dressed in blue, a dress fashionable in the 19th century I think. She looked to be in her early 20's.

I am actually seeing her, me a non-believer in ghosts. She emanated a ghostly presence of loneliness and sadness. It filled me with sadness. She is probably missing her family who obviously passed over a long time ago and here she is stuck on earth. What an awful position to be in.

Proving I was awake I pinched myself to be certain and yes I was not dreaming. But, as quickly as she appeared the young lady in blue disappeared.

The next thing I was waking up in the morning at the sound of my roomie singing in the shower. The memory of the sad lady in blue filled my mind, I know I definitely saw a ghost. I also wondered if there was a psychic who could help her cross over to the other side. I wish I knew!

I can't wait to share my story at breakfast. I now believe in ghosts.

<Every thought, word, sentence and photograph of white roses are my original work>