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We moved into our dream home in July of 2009. Even in poor market conditions we were able to sell our own home for a great price and negotiate with struggling contractors. Late one evening, not too long after we moved in, Zack was playing with me on my bed when he suddenly stopped. Zack immediately spun around crouched down at the corner of my bed and looked toward a leather chaise lounge at the corner of the room and did something he had never done before…he began to growl. Gentle Zack’s fur razor-backed upon him and the growl that came from my sweet dog frightened me to no end. It was a growl of protection. I called his name several times and he quickly looked at me and then went back to growling at whatever it was that was sitting on my chaise lounge. The moment left me quite unnerved.
Zack- pretty special
The next morning I told the kids (teens and young adults) about Zack’s disturbing behavior and that is when all the stories began flooding at me along with: “Mom, this house is haunted.” “Mom, there is something in your closet.” Why is it that entities live in closets? What is up with that? “Mom, I can’t stand going down the stairs because there is something on the other side in your room.” NICE! Why does it have to be MY room??? I knew I shouldn’t have taken them to see Paranormal Activity.
I was downtown Seattle at work one day when my oldest daughter was over visiting and she called me quite hysterical. “MOM, I THINK THE CARBON MONOXIDE DETECTOR IS GOING OFF!!!” “Is the fireplace on?” “No!” “Is the oven on?” “No!” “Grab the dogs and get out of the freaking house. Do you understand me??? Get out NOW Ashley. Right now! Get your brothers out and call the fire department immediately but do so from the outside!” The fire department came and checked out the carbon monoxide detector, there was no carbon monoxide in our house nor could they understand why our equipment failed, there was nothing wrong with it. Nothing like this has happened since. Ashley said to me, “Your house is haunted mom, something isn’t right here.” Yes, I know it but dammit I saw Poltergeist and unless somebody gets sucked into the plasma television, I am not leaving! Well, actually the events that have started occurring lately could change my mind…
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My best friend died of an aneurysm 8 years ago. I was writing to some friends about her in October and wondered if one of her brothers might be on Facebook. When I typed her brother’s name in the search button and hit search, my MAC completely shut down, it took me 15 minutes to get it to begin to reboot. As it was almost through rebooting I said her name and my computer shut down again, this time it wouldn’t reboot until I came home from work. In January of this year that very brother would be tied up, tortured and brutally murdered. I can’t even tell you how chilled to the bone I was. It was as if a warning had been sent to me months before he died.
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When I returned from Ocean Shores last month, my 19 year-old son Scott, said that he went to take a picture of one of the dogs in his room and an orb of light flew right past him (Scott is the ghost hunter in the house who has even has downloaded apps on his phone determined to find the energy in our house…the scary thing is these energies speak and the app freaks me out….I choose ignorance thank you). A couple of weeks ago Scott ran into my office and said, “DID YOU DO THAT???” “Do what?” “Did you just hold the door handle on me?” “No, I have been right here at my desk. Why?” “I couldn’t get out of the bathroom. Something was holding the handle and I could feel the resistance on it. I finally let go and then tried again and it opened.” Hmmm….not ok. If something starts holding the door closed on my behind, it’s on!
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That brings me to yesterday….
Yesterday I went into my bathroom to get ready for an appointment that I had in Seattle. Zack and Tre rested quietly on my bed watching me do my hair when all of a sudden four very loud knocks came from within the house. I froze. Zack, who will bark 100% of the time if there is a knock at the front door jumped up and looked toward my bedroom door, which was our exit. I very slowly walked from my bathroom through my bedroom and peered down my staircase to my front door. There are two glass windows on either side and 4 small square windows within the top of my wooden door, I couldn’t see anyone, nor did I think the sound came from my wooden door. I waited. Nothing. I was spooked but I went back to getting ready for my appointment unable to solve the mystery. It wasn’t more than a few minutes later when I heard the most terrifying sound that a woman can hear when she is home alone….the door open between my garage and my house and what followed next sent me racing for my home security system….footsteps on the hardwood. OMG SOMEBODY WAS IN MY HOUSE.
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As soon as I heard the door to the garage I turned to Zack to see his reaction, Zack had bolted straight up and was once again staring at my bedroom door. OMG, he heard it, too. I went toward the door (thank you security folks for installing a panel in the bedroom), I opened the door and stuck my head out…the footsteps stopped. I FROZE. My heart was racing so fast and all I could think of was DAMN THE CLIP IS OUT OF THE GLOCK!!! I was also thinking they must have frozen hearing my footsteps upstairs. What do I do here??? I closed my bedroom door and stood there with my finger on the panic button waiting for footsteps on the stairs. Zack looked terrified and Tre just sat there shaking. I am a MacGyver by nature so I was forming a plan in my head of what weapon I could create. Large crystal vase…….perfect! Heavy Buddha statue if need be….gosh, I would hate to pound it into somebody’s head that my religion is kindness but this is an exception to the rule. I stood there like Jodi Foster in Silence of the Lambs, minus the gun, for what seemed like forever waiting to deal with my attacker.
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I know that it was probably only minutes that passed when I began to get spooked more than anything else. I started thinking about the dog not barking, he actually looked more scared than anything. Zack had the strangest look on his face…well…stranger than his normal strange. There was no sound. Instead of being afraid that I was up against a physical person, I started thinking that perhaps I wasn’t….what was my weapon now? I stood there for a while and then I slowly headed down the stairs. Damn that Paranomal Activity movie…I half waited to be dragged down my stairs. Darn those kids and their scary movies. When I made it to the kitchen the air felt heavy. If you have ever been in a room and felt like someone was watching you, that is how I felt. Like I was being watched but no one was in the room…
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This now brings me to the three slices of Little Caesars (not even gluten-free mind you) and two pieces of crazy bread that I scarfed down last night. Oh yeah, scared out of my wits….you betcha…I am going for the pizza. There was no juicing last night, no leafy greens, it was straight up gimme the damn pizza and get out of my weigh….not way…weigh. GET OUTTA MY WEIGH!
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Take It Or Leave It…
When you are faced with ghosts, poltergeist, spooky things and such, don’t beat yourself up if you feel the need to carb up. This is the one time I will say that it is perfectly acceptable and understandable that you lose your mind and go for the pizza. If something is locking your kids in the bathroom, scaring your dogs, walking through your house, shutting down your computer, setting off your carbon monoxide detector, opening doors and banging on your walls….I would say eating a few slices of pizza is the least of your worries!
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