GHOST PAINTER STORY

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I have to tell you about the time I was going to stay for the summer with my Uncle Ben & Aunt Mae ...they had a quite little home on a hill in Reno, Nevada.
I would help my Aunt make breakfast for Uncle every morning...he ate the same Burned Bacon, Burned Toast and Black Coffee. Oh...it was awful....I could hardly stand to watch him eat it...I was only 9 at the time....Strange I thought...but that was my Uncle Ben !
But I so love to go visit them, My Aunt canning peaches, and made Chow Chow, and she love to make hats. She had this sun porch that Uncle would sometime nap in...if it was hot...as there was a nice breeze that would sweep thru the screens. I really did not like the creepy noises the old sun porch would make. So I hardly would go out there.
Now this was over 48 years ago and if I remember correctly ...they drove an old 56 Chevy. Uncle kept it so clean and shiny, and stored it in a barn like garage out back of the house.
One day my Aunt said we were going to clean out the garage, she thought there might be some nice fabric we could use to sew hats in all the old trunks stored out there.
It was dark and gloomy in that old garage. You could hear tiny noises, wind blowning thru the cracks. Very scarey place to a 9 year old.
But as my Aunt Mae opened the trunks , we all were surprised to see paints & brushes and rolled up canvas.
My eye opened so wide...I thought ...Oh my, I can paint, but my Aunt said maybe tomorrow... to late tonight.
All night I dreamed of painting, the brushes seem to float...in my hands, the canvas was almost alive.
Well the next morning , I hurried to the garage to get the brushes and paint supplies, my Uncle and Aunt stood there looking at something.... then they turned to me and said ...we told you not to paint last night. But I did not paint, I said.
Then I saw the canvas...it was just like in my dream, the color were the same. Had I painted this or had a ghost? I never went into the garage again.
But I do paint, or do I ?

by S. Caldwell 2008 ©