My Ghostly Encounter in the House by the River

[Mystic Wanderer]

My great-aunt's husband had built the house, and he died sleeping in the living room directly under my bedroom. We all jokingly called it "Uncle Cleve", but no way of telling what or who it really was.

I bet it was him, especially since he built the house; he probably felt an attachment to it. 

That is one thing that worries me about this house I live in now:  My husband built it and did a fantastic job.  He was very proud of his handy work once it was finished... so much so, I'm afraid he won't leave after he passes on. 

I'd hate to take a smudge stick to my own husband (if I out-live him). :biggrin: