Also Real…
Ok… some other interesting tid bits from my mom’s stay at the haunted rental house…
The dog’s balls would roll across the floor by themselves and usually when both dogs were lying at my mom’s feet. (Ok… UPDATE 10/22 - clarification - TOYS… the dog’s TOYS… only they were like TENNIS BALLS and baseballs because JJ really liked them. Good grief, I almost said, JJ liked balls.)
A white, whispy thing would drift back and forth down the hall toward the master bedroom and back towards the office.
Lights would flicker on and off.
The back yard was huge and part of it was sectioned off with a 6 foot tall fence, behind the fence was an area that had apparently been used to grow fruit trees. No matter how many times my mom would go out and close the gate to the back section she would find it standing wide open within 30 minutes to an hour or so after closing it.
My mom was putting things away and thought she saw my sister pass by the door and when she went to look, no one was there.
A small cat or dog could be seen, on occasion, darting behind furniture or around corners.
My mom’s dogs refused to go into the kitchen.
The first couple of weeks my sister stayed with friends as did my mom so my step-dad was there alone. He would sleep with the radio on in the bedroom because if he didn’t have a distraction he couldn’t sleep because of all the noises and “murmured” conversations coming from the direction of the common areas of the house.
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October 22, 2005 @ 5:10 am
“The dog’s balls would roll across the floor by themselves”
Ahem… I had to read that a couple of times “ooooh their toys”. Sheeesh, what a mind :p
October 22, 2005 @ 7:55 am
baba LOL - you know, after I went back and read it after writing it… I thought, “uh, that looks odd” but then I left it anyway. ;o)
October 22, 2005 @ 9:26 am
I am SO glad I’m not the only one who read that. Great minds think alike Baba! Hee.
And, holy creepy! I love ghosty places.
October 23, 2005 @ 2:29 pm
I love ghost stories. Your blog design is great too! I want to come back.
October 23, 2005 @ 2:57 pm
I laughed at the “dogs balls” too - LOL
The rest of the story is SO eerie though - gave me shivers!
You are a great story-teller!
October 25, 2005 @ 11:19 am
Zube I am a ghost story addict, I love this time of year because the Travel Channel starts showing all of their Haunted Travels stuff. You should check out http://www.theshadowlands.net tons of cool ghost stuff, haunted places, videos, pictures, etc.
Windfall Thank you very much! Glad you stopped by. :o)
Marti I’m never going to live the dog’s balls thing down, am I? LOL I’m a sucker for true ghost stories… I can’t wait to see the Most Haunted series on the Travel Channel they are running all weekend on Jack The Ripper… although, not a ghost story… but the area he terrorized is supposedly haunted.
November 14, 2005 @ 6:50 pm
Amy - I was laughing. I’m so sorry. You just wrote that so beautifully that I just pictured it. It’s so sweet that he went to brush his teeth!
November 14, 2005 @ 7:04 pm
Windfall Isn’t it though? I mean, he’s such a doll that way, you know? LOL
He just finished reading this post and said, “That’s pretty funny… it’d be even more funny if I hadn’t actually been there.”
Hardee Har Har Har.
November 15, 2005 @ 5:53 am
OMG that is classic :0)
November 15, 2005 @ 12:11 pm
Alone time? I am not even sure I remember what that is? But with 3 children - We must have alone time at some point!
Not to laugh at your pain, but that was a funny post. Glad you were a trooper and carried it thru!
November 15, 2005 @ 12:59 pm
mergrl Yep… I seem to bounce from one comical injury to another. I made fishing a contact sport, ya know. (No, really, I did! But, that’s a story for another time.)
November 15, 2005 @ 1:00 pm
crazylady Yes, until Maggie was about 18 months old “alone time” was a completely foreign concept to us. ;o) I’m so glad she’s decided to like sleeping in her crib… I might have spontaneously combusted by now if she hadn’t.
November 15, 2005 @ 5:28 pm
Heh. I don’t mean to laugh at your misfortune, but, um, tee hee.
At least you got your alone time!
November 15, 2005 @ 7:41 pm
You ever hear of football players playing hurt for the benefit of the team?? They got nothin’ on you. I’d have said “Umm, sorry. I just busted my ass and am wounded. Please give me love and sympathy now.”
Well, we’ve both been sick for two weeks, so maybe not. :)
November 15, 2005 @ 10:42 pm
Zube Oh go ahead and laugh… after all, I did accomplish my mission, successfully too, I might add! ;o)
Bonanza Sympathy was out of the question since he didn’t even hear the “loud” thump and subsequent groan. Apparently, brushing your teeth drowns out all sounds of accidents and injuries.
I can tell you one thing… the “my back is sore” excuse is NOT going to fly anytime soon!