My First Night Alone: Did You Say Ghost?
|Goodbye BCF Friends|
|My principal and his wife|
|Dechin helping me unpack.|
My principal insisted that I stay the night at their house for the first day since my neighbors weren’t home from vacation and to ensure I wouldn’t be lonely. They fed me an amazing dinner of rice, eggs, and green bean curry loaded with tomatoes, onions, and cilantro. I slept like a baby in their beautiful, warm alter room. They did a great job distracting me from feeling homesick and they eased me into my transition. The next day, my neighbor who lives above me came home and I decided that I should try out my new bed. However, I have to be honest, I was a little scared to sleep alone because I was worried about whether or not my house was haunted.
Here’s why, a few days before we left the capital, one of the teachers had a book that said my region (Bumthang) was known for the most ghost sightings and spiritual activity. If you’re a close friend of mine, you know that’s the last thing I wanted to hear. I have experienced way too much paranormal activity in my lifetime and ghosts freak me out more than these stray dogs. There’s something about my aura that ghosts seem to like and sometimes they try to give me messages, which always scares the crap out of me and I’m not open to it. Most people don’t worry if their new home has a spirit roaming around, but I do based on my past experiences. I was angry that I found this out right before I was to about to live alone for a year and I wanted to throw the book out of the window. However, it was too late and off I was to ghost central Bhutan.
So there I was in the heartland of Bhutan ready to be brave and face some Bhutanese ghosts. I knew that I shouldn't get comfortable in my principals alter room because I might never want to leave. I reminded myself of the power of prayer and that I could pray for protection or try to pray them away, if I felt like there were any ghosts trying to hang out with me. I wasn’t surprised that I attracted myself to the most spiritual place in Bhutan, but how do I always get the ghosts? Seriously, does anybody know why?
|My home is the bottom left unit.|
|My Collection of Flashlights!|
Therefore, I slept with the lights on, my grandma’s rosemary, three flashlights by my side in case the ghosts turned off the lights (they like to do that) and a beanie stretched over my eyes so that I wouldn’t see any ghosts. Then I pulled my blankets up to my nose, but left it out so I could breath. I realized that I looked so silly and if I were a ghost, I would want to honk my nose for fun since it was the only thing sticking out. So next I made a cave out of the blankets, burrowed myself in and finally felt safe enough to fall asleep. The second night, I felt like there were no ghosts sharing my space and I convinced myself to sleep with the lights off. It’s been about a week now and I haven’t felt the presence of anything, but then again a spirit always seems to find me. Whenever I hear a creepy noise, I convince myself it’s a cute mouse upstairs. Wish me luck!