Living with My Own Private Ghost

A poltergeist has hibernated in our cars and appliances for years.  The spectral is clever.  Named Polly, she has a naughty talent for emerging either after all the repair shops have closed for the weekend or we are leaving for an out-of-town trip.

From the movie “Poltergeist”

Polly especially liked freaking us out on days when the temperature rested at an uneasy 114 degrees.  Then she emerged by tinkering with the car’s a/c.  Holy hell!  The vixen liked nothing better than to leave me stranded.  I often complained to my husband, “The a/c quit again today.”

“The next time it goes out, drive directly to the dealership.  It’s odd that it never goes out when I’m driving.”

“The stinking little witch waits until every shop is closed for the weekend and then knocks out the a/c.  Why do you think that happens?”  I never waited for his response.

Luckily, the a/c quit on a Friday evening when the temperature had dropped to a merciful 100 degrees and John was driving.  I was actually thrilled.  My husband’s response, “This car goes in the shop first thing Monday morning.  I’m not putting up with this.”

I mistakenly thought this would be the end of Polly.  She just relocated.

We were on our way to Muskogee for the week-end.  There she perched on top of the garage door chain, refusing to permit the garage door to stay down.  Up and down.  Up and down.  Up and down.  Finally we drove back into the garage and postponed our weekend plans.  But I’m fairly certain I heard a snicker just as we entered the house.

For years she lived in the garage.  She hit the deep freeze twice when I was on my way to school.

Now she has moved into the house.  First she favored the refrigerator by sitting on the coils growling and hiccupping.  Last month she blew the a/c unit when the temperature hovered at a stifling 110 degrees.  Three weeks ago she messed with the vacuum cleaner.  The second the roller brush touched the floor she made it stop spinning.

Last week she resurfaced in my iPhone and iPad.  Sneaky and covert as the KGB, she erased all my passwords and all my past and future dates from the calendar.

Does anyone know an Apple exorcist?

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