My husband's grandmother during her life was very fond of popcorn. She'd make a pan of it every night and eat it watching old movies on TV. My mother-in-law says that the house constantly smelled of popcorn.
One night many years after she died, my in-laws went to visit my husband's grandfather at his house in Northwest Indiana. He was a bit of a shut-in then, with strange habits. They weren't at all sure he'd even open the door. But when he let them in that night, they smelled a very strong scent of popcorn. My mother-in-law asked her father, "Have you been eating popcorn?" and he said, "Popcorn? Are you nuts?" because he didn't have any teeth. But there it was: the distinctive smell of popcorn. And my father-in-law smelled it just as strongly.
They might not have thought too much of it, though, except that a few months later they took the kids (my brother-in-law Matt and sister-in-law Erin) to visit their grandfather. As they were pulling up to the house, the front door opened, and Erin, who was maybe ten at the time, said, "Who's that lady next to Popo?" and Matt (12) said, "Yeah, who IS that?"
When they got to the front door they asked their grandfather if there was a lady in the house with him, a friend or a nurse. No, he said. He was alone.
But Matt and Erin swear to this day they saw her standing next to him.
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Rebecca Johns is the author of The Countess: A Novel of Elizabeth Bathory, and of the novel Icebergs
3 comments:
It made me shiver to read that the children saw the ghost.
Sounds like a kindly ghost.
I have a friend whose kid saw a ghost on River Street -- the kid was cool. And my kid has seen a ghost too, once upon a time, although she was too little to remember it. The grown-ups sure remember.
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