We had this house built so I know it is not built on an
Indian burial ground, no workers were killed during the construction and no
little kids were walled up inside. That being said… Many times at
night we hear walking sounds above us while we are in the living room
downstairs. Both dogs are with us and no one is up there. No one up there. Of course it
is the house settling or something but we laugh nervously and move on.
About a year or two ago, I went up to bed and found that a small picture frame that
is kept on top of the bed headboard was on the ground and there was a
dent… in the ceiling!! How in the world did that thing jump up on its own and leave a mark in the ceiling? Weird. Last night I finished a book so I set it on the
credenza to put away on the bookshelf in the morning. I put my
bookmark on top of it to put in the next book I was going to start. (see the picture that I "ghostified") When I got up
this morning, the bookmark was gone. I clearly remember putting it on top of the book when I set it down. I looked high and low. I even thought maybe it got caught
in Mocha’s tail as she walked by so I re-traced her steps all the way outside thinking maybe she
carried it out there. Nothing. Weird. I started tearing things
apart looking for it. Finally I found it – under the comforter at the
foot of the bed. But the strange thing is, the comforter was off and on the floor last night when I
got into bed to read…
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