Sort of a Ghost Story

I was just trying to give you pictures of "the Mirror" that seems to have a bit of "spirit" to it. However, it refuses to be uploaded. Honestly. I have tried and tried. Now obviously I haven't had a problem getting pictures on my blog but tonight I'm having a problem. No bother, I can still write. So write I will and tell you the story that I promised a long time ago. This is about the parlor in The Rose Garden--the only room that seemed to have a "presence" for lack of a better word.
The parlor was the most elegantly decorated room in the shop. It had a dressier feel, more formal arrangements, more ribbon, more jeweled fruit, more of everything. It also had a French mirror crowning the wall. It's a tall, gold framed, beveled beauty that now graces the upstairs bedroom. It was upstairs originally and nothing out of the ordinary occurred. The downstairs parlor however was a different story. No, we did not see gossamer gowns floating about nor did we hear noises or thumps in the night. Still strange happenings from time to time and Usually concerning the mirror although not always. The first time I remember thinking "Hmmmmmmm" was a morning when I opened up and went downstairs. It was about two days before our annual Christmas Open House. The night before we had been hanging several very large, ornate wreaths on the side wall. Underneath the wreaths we had a glass topped table with lots of glass apothecaries, breakable collectibles, and various other decor. I was always very particular about things being hung securely so we had checked and double checked the wire and the hangers before we left for the night. That morning all three large wreaths were on the floor. They had fallen or floated down to the floor, all three were face up, they were not touching each other nor had a single glass item been broken or even touched by the look of things. The glass table was about two feet in depth so this was quite a feat for the wreaths to have fallen and not hit the table. And why didn't they fall face down? Hmmmmmmm.
The next three times involved the mirror and each time was before an Open House. The mirror was over a buffet. Three times the mirror fell and balanced on a ledge about a quarter of an inch wide. That's not very wide for a four and a half foot tall mirror to balance upon. The wire was not broken on the back, nor had the huge nails we had it hung upon bent or come out of the wall. No explanation at all really. Just one of those odd happenings. Very odd happenings. Janice used to say that the parlor did not like being messed up or disarrayed. Actually that did seem to have some bearing to it, it never happened when the parlor was totally decorated and clean.
So there you have it. Yes, we have had visitors go down the stairs and say they "felt" something. I feel very comfortable myself but doesn't it make you wonder?