A funny thing happened at my house today. And by funny I mean creepy, bizarre, and weird.
So, I'm sitting in our family room on the 2nd floor. Alone. Actually working on a project. Blissfully. And I hear a series of crashes. Each sounds like it's coming from a different place in the house. Now, the dog is outside. No sign of the cat. So I jump up to investigate. As I run past my daughter's room, the door slams. I stop. I stand there. And then in my brilliance, I kick the door open. Hard. It flies open, but instead of smashing into the table that rests behind the door, it kind of hits something much softer. Crap. NOT how I want to spend my alone time.
At this point, I run to let my ferocious (yeah right) hound in the house, dialing the police as I sprint into the kitchen. Do you know what they told me? GET THE HELL OUT OF THE HOUSE!!! So after I let the dog in, I double locked the back door, walked past the stairs that any self respecting robber would have to use to come get the silver, and I headed out the front door.
About 3 minutes later, 5 police cars swarm my house. Eight officers scour every inch of every room. (damn, why do these things always happen when my house is in shambles!?!)
Know what they found? Nothing. Nada. Zip. Every window locked and sealed with storm windows. Every door locked. No possible way someone could have gotten out of the house without leaving a clue. No sign of anything that would explain the smashing I heard. And get this. The only thing that seems to be missing is a tiny picture of my son as a baby that was in a little frame on the refridgerator.
Now I feel like the loony lady in the neighborhood. You know, the one with the unkempt house and a wild imagination. What do I say to the force of police standing in my front hall, wondering why they jumped up and left their lunches? "Uuuuhhhh...Sorry guys."
But the thing is, I know what I heard. And I know a door just slammed in my face. WTF!!!
As the officers are leaving, one of them says to me, "Do you believe in paranormal activity?"
Holy crap! The police just told me I have a ghost. Do you think that's code for "Coo-coo lady, keep your hand on your gun." ? A ghost? That's just nuts people. Really?
Coincidentally, I had planned to do a Halloween give-away. But now, I need a little mental support, so I'm going to start it early.
Here's the deal. To get in on the give-away, you have to leave me a comment with YOUR ghost story. On Halloween, I'll pick one.
The prize? A set of 10 notecards with YOUR house on them. Haunted or otherwise.
Here are a few I've done in the past, just so you can get an idea.
This is my haunted house. It was built in 1893. (Not that I BELIEVE that it's haunted...yet)
Can't wait to hear your stories. And p.s. DON'T TELL MY KIDS!!!
When I was about 11, my cousin and I spent the night with my grandmother. We would stay up late playing video games, which meant we usually fell asleep on the couches in the living room. One night, something woke me up, making me feel like I should look out the back door window. So I did. There stood a little girl, with tightly curled hair, in an old fashioned white, lacy dress. It freaked me out, but I didn't want my cousin or my grandmother to think I was crazy, so I went back to the couch and never told anyone. About a year or so later, the same cousin and I were again, spending the night with my grandmother. Lots of video games, then sleeping on the couch. Again, something woke me up, but this time when I opened my eyes, the same little girl as before was walking through the living room. She was wearing the same dress, had her hair done the same way. I pulled the blanket over my head, and then I think I prayed for her to go away. Never told anyone about that either. Fast forward to 10 years later. My fiance had stayed over at my apartment one night. A cricket had made its way into the bedroom, and was chirping very loudly. He got up (in a sleepy daze) to try to find it... I hear him mutter something, then he says, "I got it.. do I kill it or put it outside?" I tell him to throw it out the front door. He comes back, gets in bed, then a minute later said, "Who was that little girl in here?" This snaps me awake, and I start to freak out a little. I had still never told anyone about the little girl I had seen. So I say, "there's no little girl, don't talk about it." And he says, "No, there was a little girl here, she showed me where the cricket was." I asked him what she looked like.. he said, "She had curly brown hair, and she was wearing a frilly white dress." So at this point I really start freaking out, and tell him about seeing her twice previously. The next day, we go to my mom's house, and he makes me tell her everything. My grandmother is there also, and as I'm telling the story and describing the little girl, both my mom and my grandmother get this look on their face.. weird look. I finish telling the story, say something casual like, "Yeh, weird huh?" to maybe get us on a different topic. But then my mom walks into her bedroom, and comes back out a minute later with an old photograph. There, in the picture, was a little girl, with tightly curled brown hair, and a frilly little white dress. It was my great-grandmother. She had died when I was 4, but we were so very close. I had never seen this photograph before, and my fiance (now husband) had DEFINITELY never seen it. So we all sat and cried for a while, talking about how maybe she was watching over me.