Ghosts... believe it... they're hanging around!
So my parents own the house across the street from where I was born. They rent it out and my Dad bought it from an old man, Mr. Head. Yes, that's his name. HA! He didn't have any family or friends. My Dad would go over and set up a little Christmas tree for him and chat. He had lived in the house for almost all his life and he died there too. So, after he died my Dad gutted the house and remodeled it. Whilst remodeling... Mr. Head came to visit.
One beautiful afternoon in April, Jesse was listening to the radio and painting the house, all the windows were open. I'm sure he was whistling away. Mr. Head breezed down the hall past my Dad. Now paint is a pretty strong smell... but Mr. Head's smell was stronger. Dad stopped, wide eyed, and Mr. Head breezed by again.
Creepy!
Later, Jesse heard a click clicking sound. Then, he heard it again. He walked toward it into the bedroom and his power meiter saw was in the closet on the floor, the lock was flipped up, unlocking the blade. Only my Dad had been in the house, he had not used the saw for about an hour since cutting baseboards. hmmm. He flipped the lock back down (the direction of gravity) and went back to work. Click click... again. He went back into the bedroom and... the lock was UP again (against gravity). It's not like a lock for a saw just springs loose... and clicks UP and DOWN...
Many renters have also commented on Mr. Head's visits...
1 comment:
spooky!
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