Spooky Noises
I saw Joe briefly this weekend. He came home Friday and left again Sunday morning. In between soccer games, I think we got to say "hi" to each other in passing.
Last week, while he was away, I stayed up late one night and sewed this little outfit for Sawyer. I would have kept sewing except I kept hearing noises. Spooky noises.
Our house is 130+ years old. I wouldn't say it's haunted, but I wouldn't say it's not either. I hear strange noises and strange, unexplained things have happened in this house. (Should I dare mention that Joe's great-uncle, Claud, died in our house? In my bedroom. Christmas Day. Before we owned it.)
Anyway, while sewing late one night last week, I heard a noise that sounded like one of the bedroom doors opening. I paused. And listened. I didn't hear anyone. So I went upstairs to investigate. Everyone was still sleeping. I blamed it on my "squeaking" chair and kept sewing.
Shortly thereafter, I heard a car door outside. I'm always terrified that someone will see our dining room light on (while I'm sewing late at night) and come to the front door. I snuck over to our formal living room and peeked through the wooden shutters. I did not see anyone, and believe me, I scanned the street.
Feeling a little spooked, I decided I would go to bed as soon as I was finished this outfit and not sew anymore that night.
So, last night, I decided to sew again. It was late. The kids were asleep. I tried to make myself believe that last week was a fluke. So, I'm happily sewing along last night (trying to make Spenser's Halloween costume) and I hear a car door shut outside. Again. I snuck over to the formal living room and saw no signs of life. Again. No one.
I think I'm about done with sewing at night. It's not good for my nerves.
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One night hubby and I were lying in bed, and we heard a noise like a BODY rolling down the roof and landing somewhere behind our headboard! Not outside, but inside somehow. He went outside to check, nothing.
Not to mention the 1930s music I sometimes heard from the basement.
And I don't believe in haunted houses!
In our new house, the only time I get freaked out is when I do it to myself. Like looking up pictures of Stephen King's characters to carve on pumpkins. Believe me, that clown from It is not something you want to be seeing at 3 in the morning.
I think we had a ghost in the first house we lived in - it was a little creepy.
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I always stay up reading in bed until I collapse from exhaustion. But it's not such a good idea if you have to get up early the next morning. I hope Joe gets to be home for longer times soon!
You need to turn on the tv or the radio or something so you don't freak yourself out.
Unfortunately, the only that that's cured it is getting a dog. She stands guard and lets us know if anything is amiss.
Not sure you're up for a dog, but I do get a lot more sleep as a result.
we have a cat ghost. and outside a kid ghost that lives a couple of doors down. freaks my shit out.
The ghost must have erased it!
I love a good spooky story when it didn't happen to me by the way :)