Snooki, Gosselin, Situation, your ghost written books are but a pale shadow to THE celebrity ghost writer haunting my blog today.
Your ghost writers may have been born with silver dipped pens in their mouths, boasting NY Times winners not-to-be-believed in our faux-reality-driven era, but they are about to be overshadowed by a ghostly artist none of you reality divas could ever hope to snag for your next great American novel—not written by you.
That’s because this particular ghost writer has the one credential none of your writers possess: He’s an actual ghost!
Jack Froese passed last June from heart trouble. It was a devastating blow to his friends and family. In particular to Tim Hart, his best friend since childhood. The BBC recently reported that several months after Froese’s passing, Hart was sitting on his couch, going through his phone messages, when a surprising one popped up from Froese. The subject simply read: “I’m watching.”
Initially, one might shake their head at such shameless scamming, but the message beneath the subject was heart stopping. It read: “Did you hear me? I’m at your house. Clean your f***ing attic!!!”
“I’m watching.”
Shortly before his passing, Froese and Hart had an innocuous conversation in Hart’s dusty attic, in which Froese joked he’d better clean it. No one else was privy to their banter, nor was it important enough to repeat to anyone else later. It was just something said with Froese’s typical humor, in passing (forgive the tacky pun). And that’s precisely what makes this eerie email to his best friend particularly noteworthy.
“Did you hear me? I’m at your house. Clean your f***ing attic!!!”
No one, but Froese, had access to his email password, and the email could not be traced back to any phony site. Also interesting, is that several other friends Froese was close to received personal short messages, after his death, that could not be explained. One, in particular, refers to an accident Froese’s friend had, occurring after Froese’s passing, proving Froese could not have written the emails before his death.
So, what are we to make of this?
Knowing me, I’ll think of something. As Neptune continues to get comfy in its home sign of paranormally-minded Pisces, we are handed proof that the veils between this world and the one beyond it are thinning, as many more of us experience close encounters of the creepy kind.
I certainly don’t presume to have all the answers, but I know if I were Tim Hart, I’d grab a broom and start cleaning my attic!