When the weather is nice, we like to walk through the neighborhood. It is a good way to get outside and to exercise. As we walk, I find myself looking at the houses and wondering about the people who live in them.
Are they happy?
What television shows do they watch?
Did life turn out like they expected?
What are their hobbies?
Are they from here, or did they move in from somewhere else?
After many walks and many questions, I have come to a conclusion.
All houses are haunted.
They are not haunted by ghosts but by the memories of the people who have lived in them. They are haunted by the lives those people lived and the events that happened within them.
They are haunted by the love; by the sorrow; by the happiness; by the sadness.
As those people move on, their accomplishments and failures linger in the air. The people who take their place may not feel them, but they are there. In the kitchens where meals were cooked. In the bedrooms where love was made. In the living rooms where arguments were had.
All houses are haunted.
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Really well said. And true. Very true.
Thank you
A friend once explained a theory he had that bricks, like tape recorders, record conversations and it is only a matter of time before someone discovers how to unlock the code and this will make visiting castles so much more interesting. Mad of course!
What’s the old saying? If these walls could talk.
On my walks I have had the same thoughts as I pass by houses.
Great minds run together.
I like to explore old places … but …
I can do without the former occupants still being occupants.
My workplace is supposed to be haunted, but I have never seen anything. However, we have some highly educated people who say they have seen some stuff.