That is neat to hear the saging worked! And I agree, adorable grandson for sure!
Sorry, I got kicked off there and coudn't get back on! We are so in the boonies, that the laptop has to be sitting in only a certain position to get a signal on the verizon card. LOL
Ok, here we go, afternoon ghost stories.
Let's see...I remember one of the next things that began happening was a rhythmic clanging in the basement. This was not your ordinary basement.
It was your good old dirt floor basement with the stone block walls, not mason blocks. There was a door in the kitchen housed the stairway down. It turned about-face as you went down so you could not see all the way down as you were going. Not good. Haaa
Of course the washer and dryer were down there, so I had to go down often, uggg. There was a block wall dividing off the center of the basement with only a doorway, so you could not see the other side of the basement from the stair side. On the far side, believe it or not, straighth out of Amityville, there was a well/spring? hole in the basement, covered by wooden boards. Other than a fuel tank, and this hole, there was nothing on this side of the basement.
Used to be that my DH would go coon-hunting sometimes at night. This clanging started one night while I laid in bed and he was gone. It was very loud, the sound of someone hitting a metal pipe on another metal object in a steady beat fashion. Then it would stop. These were the days before cell phones LOL, so alone I was.
This continued to happen several times, it would only be when I was alone (with our son).
(Now I can find it funny) one day it started during the day when I was home alone. I actually, believe it or not, got up the courage to open that door in the kitchen. I remember thinking I was sick of this sh*t. Haaa I stood there with the door open, seeing only the wall from the turn on the steps. I remember it was loud when I opened the door, it continued.
I went down the steps, turned the corner and made it almost to the doorway to that empty side of the basement and it stopped. I tell ya, I hauled butt back up the steps!
Of course DH would look and check and there was nothing. It always came from that half of the basement with the dark hole.
I have many more.