I’ve been seeing ghosts for nearly forty years. It started when I was caving in Kentucky. When I got really tired, I’d start seeing a very friendly small dog trotting along with me off to the side at the edge of my vision. When I turned to look directly, it would be gone. Moments later it would be back, running, jumping, smiling, happy as only a puppy can be.
Eighteen years ago, when I worked the graveyard shift at the Copper Queen Hotel in Bisbee I saw several ghosts. Once there was a woman gliding along beside a balcony banister. Another time, at one of the haunted rooms, I became convinced that there was someone behind me. I whirled around and watched her figure fade into a potted plant.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a ghost but lately they’ve begun appearing in the evening off in the corner of my vision. I see mice darting and scurrying. Other times it’s an animal the size of a cat or squirrel. They’re always at the edge of vision, always shy because they disappear when I look directly at them. They’re no longer friendly like the puppy was, not happy, but not threatening either.
What can it mean?