Years ago, my best friend was sitting on my basement sofa and was looking into my foyer. She announced she was not digging the old lady who was staring at her from the foyer. Now I don't remember if dear bestie was loaded, or just totally fucking with me. But needless to say I poo poo'd it.
Skip ahead a few years and I was walking down the stairs from the upstairs to the foyer, and on the second to last step it felt like someone pulled my foot from underneath me. And I fell to the tile floor cracking my forearm and back on the hardwood steps. Ouchie. For sure. I wrote it off as me being clumsy. But still that "old lady" was in the back of my mind. Because it FELT like someone grabbed my ankle and pulled.
And then nothing for almost a year.
But last night. I was in the foyer. Looking out the front door to see the storm, (it was a whopper), and I turned to tell Ryan, who was sitting in the basement. I took one step down and......WHOOOOSH!
It felt like someone pushed me, like literally pushed me down the stairs.
I was spread eagle. Laying flat on the carpeted stairs from the top to the bottom. Flailing my arms above my head. Hitting my head, back and butt all the way down.
When I landed I was bawling. Like crying so hard I started laughing. I just imagined what I looked like to Ryan. He rushed over to see if I was ok. And all I could do was roll around laugh crying and wailing about "OH MY ARM! OH MY ASS! OH MY HEAD! WAAAAHHHH HA HA HA WAHHHHHHH!!!"
After I was able to get myself together I asked him. "Did it look hilarious?" He said "yeah it was funny except for the falling down the stairs part."
Stupid ass ghost living in my foyer. And so now I can't work out because I can hardly walk let alone run. Ugh! I'm old. Crippled. And apparently haunted.
