Welcome to Spring, Closet Feminists!
I actually hate spring, it is my least favourite season. It’s probably because I have wicked-bad seasonal allergies and winter is my favourite season (not even kidding).
Regardless of my strong antipathy to this season, I’m at least excited that I can get my garden started.
At the end of March, I was in Calgary for a few days with my lover. And the air bnb we stayed in was….haunted.
Okay, okay, I should clarify–nothing bad or spooky actually happened while we were there–no flickering lights, no odd noises that couldn’t be explained by the fact it was an old house with wood floors, and no weird dreams. We just got a very strong feeling that we should not go into the attic space there.
Above: This is me writing in my diary in the especially weird-vibes area of the attic. See? Clean and cozy, it just felt weird. When you turn the camera around/the space facing opposite this, you would see the wood area pictured below.
It’s odd, because my lover and I both came to this conclusion on separate occasions.
I noticed he wasn’t going up there much, which is unusual for him (he likes heights). It was a perfectly clean and inviting space, we were allowed to go up there per our hosts, there was a bed and everything.
I went up there a couple times to read and write in my diary, and while I was up there I just got a very strong feeling that I wasn’t, well, welcome, in the attic space. The hairs on the back of my neck weren’t raised, and I poked around and saw nothing at all suspicious. It was just a very strong feeling. I finally asked my lover about it, and he said he totally agreed!
I have come to the conclusion personally that perhaps it was actually at one point lights-flickering, weird-noises haunted. However, I have come theorized that the hosts had the place exorcised or whatever, and when we stayed there we were just feeling the residual energy. Other than this potential haunting, it was a very pleasant stay and they were great hosts.
So that is that. A little early-Spring ghost story for you.
In style & in solidarity,