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Our house is three years old. The hubby contracted the work he couldn't do and used the old boy network to help him with the work he could do. Nestled smack dab in the middle of 36 acres, our house stands proudly among the native grasses. A creek curls along the back where various trees grow.
I started staying in the house first and slept upstairs. I was amazed at the amount of noise that went on at night time. Oh, I heard the usual settling house noises but didn't appreciate the footsteps running up and down the stairs half the night. Irritated from being awakened I finally yelled at the 'ghost' to stop running up the stairs.
"Us live people are trying to sleep!" I shouted and shoved the pillow over my head.
Amazingly the pattering of bare feet on hardwood stopped.
When the hubby finally got the idea I was ready to move in, we moved all the animals and furniture, and readied the other house for sale.
Now we were sleeping in the master bedroom and I heard humming one night coming from the master bathroom. The same tune over and over. I could imagine somebody sitting on the toilet and humming while doing their business. My husband heard it, too, and eventually crawled under the house to look for a radio or something. Never found a thing. So, one night, when I had to use the facilities, I heard the humming and demanded the invisible occupant to get out of the way or I'd move them out of the way.
The humming immediately stopped. Never heard the noise again. Instead, the next night, I heard another noise and rose to investigate. To my surprise my roll of toilet paper was spinning like mad sending sheet after sheet of white squares to the floor.
"Hey!" I shouted. "That stuff cost money! Leave it alone!"
The roll stopped moving. Never had that problem again.
A week later I had washed clothes and hung three t-shirts and a sweatshirt from the door jam of the smaller bedroom. While my husband and I watched tv, I watched the sweatshirt swing back and forth as if somebody was tugging on the shirt in an attempt to pull it off the hanger. The t-shirts did not move.
I nudged the hubby who decided to ignore the activity as his favorite tv show was on.
"Leave the shirt alone!" I ordered and the shirt stopped moving. Immediately-as if somebody held the shirt in place.
"Thank you," I said and resumed watching the tv.
The latest prank was several months ago. Our ghost apparently dissected my husband's foo-foo thing he washes his body with and strung it out along the bathtub. I thought the hubby did it. The hubby thought I did it.
A few weeks ago, the great grand son of the original land owner came to visit. Although, he came to ask about transmission repair, he revealed his family had been stunned when the property was sold.
"This was the original piece of land my great grand pa bought. He lived here, raised his kids here, and died here. We don't know why grand pa sold this place," he said as he stood on the back deck. "Just knocked the wind out of us."
"I can imagine," I said. "That was the first thing I asked during the closing. I asked Mr. Smith (named changed) if this sale would upset family members as I noticed he never had for sale signs on the property. Your grandfather assured me all was well within his family. He did mention something about a divorce."
The young man shook his head and grunted. "We never thought he would sell this property."
"Well, I promise we'll take care of the place, and don't plan to put a trailer park here," I assured him.
"Can you tell me why you moved here?" he asked.
"Privacy. Don't like people living in my backyard. So I bought a bigger yard."
He nodded and made arrangements to have his transmission repaired.
So, I'm wondering if our ghost is dear old great -grand dad who is finally glad to get indoor plumbing. I don't mind sharing with the deceased. But he better remember to flush afterwards.
I started staying in the house first and slept upstairs. I was amazed at the amount of noise that went on at night time. Oh, I heard the usual settling house noises but didn't appreciate the footsteps running up and down the stairs half the night. Irritated from being awakened I finally yelled at the 'ghost' to stop running up the stairs.
"Us live people are trying to sleep!" I shouted and shoved the pillow over my head.
Amazingly the pattering of bare feet on hardwood stopped.
When the hubby finally got the idea I was ready to move in, we moved all the animals and furniture, and readied the other house for sale.
Now we were sleeping in the master bedroom and I heard humming one night coming from the master bathroom. The same tune over and over. I could imagine somebody sitting on the toilet and humming while doing their business. My husband heard it, too, and eventually crawled under the house to look for a radio or something. Never found a thing. So, one night, when I had to use the facilities, I heard the humming and demanded the invisible occupant to get out of the way or I'd move them out of the way.
The humming immediately stopped. Never heard the noise again. Instead, the next night, I heard another noise and rose to investigate. To my surprise my roll of toilet paper was spinning like mad sending sheet after sheet of white squares to the floor.
"Hey!" I shouted. "That stuff cost money! Leave it alone!"
The roll stopped moving. Never had that problem again.
A week later I had washed clothes and hung three t-shirts and a sweatshirt from the door jam of the smaller bedroom. While my husband and I watched tv, I watched the sweatshirt swing back and forth as if somebody was tugging on the shirt in an attempt to pull it off the hanger. The t-shirts did not move.
I nudged the hubby who decided to ignore the activity as his favorite tv show was on.
"Leave the shirt alone!" I ordered and the shirt stopped moving. Immediately-as if somebody held the shirt in place.
"Thank you," I said and resumed watching the tv.
The latest prank was several months ago. Our ghost apparently dissected my husband's foo-foo thing he washes his body with and strung it out along the bathtub. I thought the hubby did it. The hubby thought I did it.
A few weeks ago, the great grand son of the original land owner came to visit. Although, he came to ask about transmission repair, he revealed his family had been stunned when the property was sold.
"This was the original piece of land my great grand pa bought. He lived here, raised his kids here, and died here. We don't know why grand pa sold this place," he said as he stood on the back deck. "Just knocked the wind out of us."
"I can imagine," I said. "That was the first thing I asked during the closing. I asked Mr. Smith (named changed) if this sale would upset family members as I noticed he never had for sale signs on the property. Your grandfather assured me all was well within his family. He did mention something about a divorce."
The young man shook his head and grunted. "We never thought he would sell this property."
"Well, I promise we'll take care of the place, and don't plan to put a trailer park here," I assured him.
"Can you tell me why you moved here?" he asked.
"Privacy. Don't like people living in my backyard. So I bought a bigger yard."
He nodded and made arrangements to have his transmission repaired.
So, I'm wondering if our ghost is dear old great -grand dad who is finally glad to get indoor plumbing. I don't mind sharing with the deceased. But he better remember to flush afterwards.
