Ghosts

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?

About dhocking

Doug Hocking is an independent scholar who has completed advanced studies in American history, ethnology and historical archaeology. He grew up on the Jicarilla Apache Reservation and attended school among the Indios and paisanos of the Rio Arriba (Northern New Mexico). He retired from the military as an armored cavalry (scout) officer. His novels immerse the reader in the times, terrain and cultures of 19th century New Mexico. Doug lives near Tombstone with his wife, dogs and a feral cat. He writes both fiction and history and is currently working on a biography of Tom Jeffords and has two historical novels in print: Massacre at Point of Rocks and Mystery of Chaco Canyon. His articles have appeared in True West, Wild West, Buckskin Bulletin and Roundup.
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