Here are my family’s reactions to my ghost story:
Shaggy Hair Boy listened eagerly, and said, “Oh. My. God. That is sooooo creepy.” He said, "After I'm dead, I'm going to go into people's houses and play the piano."
With-a-Why listened and said nothing.
My daughter made me tell the whole story on speaker phone so that Blue-eyed Ultimate Player could hear it. She said, “That’s the creepiest thing I’ve ever heard. Now I’m going to be afraid to sleep alone.” (Her apartment is the bottom part of an old mansion in Snowstorm City.)
My husband said nothing.
Boy in Black grinned and said. "It was just your mind playing tricks on you. Let’s see … you were tired, it was late at night, the lights were dim, you were in a strange place, and you had been having a creepy feeling. It's not a surprise that your mind conjured up the image of a teenage boy since teenage boys usually are standing outside any bathroom you use."
My mother said, “Hey, you saw a ghost?” in the same tone of voice she would use for, "Hey, you went on a hike?" She reminded me of the time she heard a ghost tap dancing in an old theatre building downtown.
My father said, “Oh, I’d love to see a ghost.” He sounded jealous. He wanted to hear the whole story again. He asked, “Was the boy solid or translucent?” He kept saying I should do some research and find out who the kid was.
Artist Friend’s reaction was pretty much the same as my father’s. He asked the same question. “Was the boy solid or translucent?”
The little neighbor boy said, "Oh, don't worry, I see ghosts too. When I lived at my Dad’s house, it was haunted. There was this old man ghost. He would just sit there and rock back and forth.”