When we first bought our home, one morning I experienced our first haunting. Well to start with I just want to tell you how overjoyed I was to finally have my own home. I remember how hard we struggled to make this happen. For five years my former husband and I live in a one bedroom apartment and our first two children were born while we were living there. Can you imagine how cramped we were in this little tiny compartment, No I didn't misspell the word because that's what it felt like, a glove box!
We closed the deal early Feb. 1977, and we worked for 30 days cleaning, painting,packing and planning. Hubby worked the day shift and I worked at night. We only saw eachother coming and going to work and weekends. Finally we were all moved in and our dream had become a reality. Well at the time we only had one car, a 1973 Nova we had bought for $2,900 brand new! Well on that morning I needed the car on a run to the kids doctor. It was late March and had snowed the night before. It was a cold and gloomy morning. We wrapped my boys in blankets and drove hubby to work. When I got home I put them back in bed and made myself a pot of coffee. I sat down at the kitchen table with my coffee and started clipping coupons. All of a sudden I heard a loud crash in the basement, like something big had fallen. It really frightened me. Prior to that the house was so quiet, you could've heard a pin drop. I got up and went to the top of the steps. I have to admit. I was a little scared. I hesitated for a minute then preceded with caution down the steps. The basement was dark except for a small light in the back. I t was just enough light to see into the basement. I got about halfway down the steps and saw something swaying back and forth. I thought for sure someone had got in the basement and hung themselves. My heart skipped a beat and I did a little dance. Have you eveer been so scared you couldn't make a sound? Well that was me. Then I realized it was just an old pair of jeans hanging on the clothes line. Man was I ever relieved. I went back upstairs laughing at myself ,thinking how goofy I must have looked. As I sat there It hit me, what was that crash I heard and why was those pants swaying on the line. I was so scared to go near the steps again so I called my sister Pat and asked her to please come over. I made up another reason why I wanted her there. If I told her the truth the scaredy cat wouldn't have come . After she got there I got brave again and slowly started down the steps armed with a flashlight and a hammer. She was right behund me. When we got down in the basement , the pants had stopped moving and not a single thing was out of order. We looked the intire basement over and notthing was out of it's place.We tried our best to make some logic out of what happened But we simply couldn't come up with an answer. I told my husband later that day and he said I was hearing things" Dadburnit! I wasn't crazy and I knew I heard that crash but I couldn't prove it". I was the only one that did . This was only just the beginning of what was to come next. I guess you could say this was the ghosts way of introducing itself to me.......
By:Sue Cross |