The Rental House Pt. 2
So, you might recall the haunted house my mom rented for a while, right? I was asked more about it and so, decided to jot down the other recollections I have of the place.
This was about 4 years ago, exactly. It’s funny how you can have something extraordinary happen to you and then just sort of forget about it and move on. I love all things supernatural and have always had a pretty strong interest in it for as long as I can remember. Then, of course, I land right in the middle of a little supernatural cocktail party and having a 4 month old doesn’t exactly make you want to hop up and put all those things you’ve learned about ghost hunting into action. *sigh* If only I could go back…
Moving on, my mom put one of her favorite chairs in the corner of the den and she would sit there in the evening studying while my stepdad and brother watched television. She said it was never unusual to see a white form gliding down the hall - which she could see through den and on the other side of the living room.
Then there was the cat. My mom was very sure it was a cat, a smaller than a dog, gray shape that would occasionally dart under furniture or appear to be chasing a toy across the room for a split second or so.
And the back gate, the gate that would not stay closed no matter how many latches or pins were put through the latches. My mom constantly found it open. On the other side of this gate/fence a previous owner had fenced off a section of the yard and there were old fruit trees on the other side, like a mini orchard or something.
JJ (cocker spaniel) the ball addict would find different tennis balls, that didn’t belong to him that would appear in the yard - usually under some redwoods (maybe the cat and dog were buried under there?) in the back yard. The strange thing about this was that my mom and I had both gone through the yards before they moved in and there were no tennis balls around. Now, sure, maybe a neighbor threw them over the fence, but they were old, old and clearly loved by some dog. From time to time the balls would disappear and reappear by the redwoods. Lots of plausible explanations here, sure, but still a little strange.
The house, overall, just had a pretty creepy feel to it. You always felt as if you were being watched.
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April 22, 2008 @ 4:37 am
Was the house next to a tennis court, and people kept unlatching the latch to go get their balls they kept knocking over the fence?
April 22, 2008 @ 6:30 am
Dude. You’re going to give me nightmares.
April 22, 2008 @ 7:16 am
i am telling you, it’s time to call in Chip Coffey
April 22, 2008 @ 9:44 am
I call my ghost “Zach”. I don’t know if he exists, but he likes to set off the doggy toys in the middle of the night, which can’t go off unless you throw them. He’s harmless. He likes to close doors, and be silly.
April 22, 2008 @ 1:24 pm
Speaking of spooky stuff…
in 2006 a very close friend of was killed in a motorcycle accident. Two days before that he was over at our house, and had a beer in the back yard. When he died, his beer can was still sitting in the back yard. We kept that beer can, as a momento. Anthony also loved Diet coke. It was a joke when he was alive that he always was taking peoples cans of diet coke. After he died, we kept having cans of DC go missing, and alway would find them in the garage - where his beer can was kept.
Friday would have been his birthday. So we had a large group at our house to celebrate his birthday - aka get totally drunk. Missing coke cans? Yep!