Friday, October 10, 2008

The Ghost is Gone


Yesterday morning at 5 am-ish I awoke to someone playing a single note on the piano. Hindsight tells me it was all in my head - at least mostly in my head because everyone else slept through it (that being said, I have piano lessons in the morning on Tuesdays and they sleep through that, too). Steven finally stirred - probably because I was staring down at him until he woke up - and I made him go check it out.

"The piano's closed," he simply stated.

I rarely close my piano.

So it wasn't a huge consolation.

I had two nightmares about someone being in my house for the next hour until I awoke to get Bradley ready for school.

Luckily, Emmy had a book fair and I had a Pampered Chef party keeping me out of the house most of the morning. I just felt yicky all day long - I had that ominous feeeling like someone was in my house. I kept hearing things - mostly coming from the master bathroom. Like I said, Yicky.

Bradley and Emmy were done with school and Bradley went over to the neighbor's house while the ladies and I were having a quick snack. Then Emmy and I hear a crash from upstairs. Stupidly I yell out "HELLO?!"

Like someone's going to answer.

I grabbed Olivia and Emmy and we retrieved my neighbor.

He and I went through the entirety of my house together (thanks, Roarke!) - no one to be found (thought I still walked around the rest of the day with pepper spray in my pocket). He left and Emmy and I went back to our snack and we hear two more footsteps from the bathroom.

"Why don't we play outside for a while." I say after cursing under my breath.

I have a freaking ghost.

I had piano lessons with two students later that afternoon. I almost asked the parents stay, but I felt too stupid to ask them. And what do you know, one of them heard it, too. I heard some weird bump, thump, or thud (they're all different!) at least 15 times yesterday.

YICKY!

All that being said, Steven humored me last night and offered a prayer on our (my) behalf.

I had sweet, sweet dreams - of living in another house.

And today, I haven't heard from my ghost, ... yet.

And, yes, yicky is now a word.

7 comments:

Tina said...

YUCK!!! oooooh that just creeps me out...I am such a pansey that I don't think I could make it like you have. Good luck with that...Call the Ghost Busters.

Ashley said...

That's scary!!! I hope it's gone for good. Oh and happy anniversary! (I saw your facebook status)

John said...

BOO!!!

The Murdocks said...

Sounds pretty freaky. Maybe your house is haunted.. better move.

Bullock said...

Its just your realtor trying to scare you out of your house into a new owned McMonkey house. -Dallas

PS-Ask Sheryl some time about the doorstop sound we had.

Katie Evans said...

Scarey! Hey I was going to ask you at our book club, where are you guys looking to move?
...maybe to Stony Point ward, perhaps? :)

Erin Cummings said...

Hey Mindy! I think you all should move to Old Settler's Ward, would could surely use you! Ok, your story gave me the total and complete heebie jeebies! Yikes! I would have broken down and cried and told the hubbie we would be moving that evening!!! Has it recurred? So scary.

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