The other day Connie and I were together in her car, coming from an appointment, when a friendly ghost, not Casper though, joined us.
It’s not unusual for us to smell odors that aren’t supposed to be with you because we’re psychic but sometimes it’s overwhelming such as a very potent perfume or cigarette smoke. Smoke from some kind of strong cigarette started on my side, the one who hates smoke, then worked its way over to Connie.
The moment it hit my nose, I touched my finger beneath thinking I could keep the fetid smoke from penetrating my sinuses more deeply while asking Connie if she smelled it yet. Yeah, southern women can do more than one thing at one time.
Replying “No,” first then “Yes,” immediately after that she said that she hadn’t smelled it until I mentioned it. Well, whoever the smoker was, he or she stayed with us for some miles. I was glad when they finally exited the automobile and left our senses of smell alone.
See, I don’t even think of asking the other side to respect my rights by not smoking. To be fair, there was no fogginess from chain smoking in the car with us, only the odor from what you knew had to be someone strongly addicted to cigarettes.
A night later, while watching television, the person came again. They didn’t bother my dogs who were sitting right next to me but instead enveloped me in that same horrid smoke. My guess is they want my attention and they got it but he or she hasn’t really appeared to me, just left me with a coughing feeling although I didn’t really have to cough.
The smoke came to Connie and me on Monday, then me on Tuesday, wonder what they’ll do tonight? Maybe they won’t feel the need to assault my nose again, hopefully.
With my talking about them now, you’d think they’d be kind and visit like ghostly presences generally do when I speak of them but I don’t feel them right now. Guess I’ll have to wait until tonight to see.
P. S. For more on ghosts, you know where to go but I’ll link you again anyway just to make it easier for you, www.ghoststalk.com.