With Halloween approaching we may just be ready for another ghost story.
There was a time I didn’t or may be I shall say didn’t want to believe in ghosts. But experiences can change your mind.
My husband, 4 year old daughter, white cat and I all moved to California in September of 1971. We had transferred down here from Seattle area, for a job. With very little time to pick out a place to live we found a house rental in the area and was able to acquire it. (We eventually bought the house.)
It started with noises
After settling in I would hear noises on the hardwood floors in the hallway. It was also kind of spooky to go into the dark garage at night. But I thought it was just my young active mind playing games with me.
What went missing
We had a small toolbox which housed a few tools we had acquired. One of the first things we found missing was a screwdriver. It was medium size with a yellow handle and red top. There was an old 2 drawer dresser which had a few other things in it such as a saw and sandpaper. Even going through all of that we could not find the screwdriver.
Later on there was a small nail punch that had always been in the top tray of the toolbox, we could not find it. Took everything out of the toolbox and still it was no where to be found.
About 6 months later we had decided we needed more shelving in the garage and figured once we totally swept out the garage and removed everything the punch would show up. No such luck.
Another 6 months had past and my husband was getting something from the toolbox and came back into the house holding the nail punch. My words were, “Wow, where did you find it?” He replied ” in the top tray of the toolbox”.
Another incident happened and I don’t remember what year it actually was. My husband got up to get ready for work and asked me why was the TV tray out. I didn’t have a clue of what he was talking about. In the front bedroom I had a portable radio on the floor and my ironing board out. There was also a TV tray caddy.
When I got up to look and see what he was referring to, there in the middle of the doorway was one of the TV trays snapped together and ready to use. When I had walked out of the room the night before I had straightened the radio, ironing board and pushed the TV tray caddy against the wall. The radio and ironing board were crooked. That was a bit unnerving as I was obviously observed the day before.
The noises in the hallway continued and this was probably into the 80′s. We acquired a few more cats by then. The cats and me would be enjoying a peaceful afternoon in the living room, them casually sprawled on the furniture and me reading or crocheting. We all looked in the direction of the hallway, they knew something wasn’t right. It really sounded like someone was walking on the floor.
One day I was doing dishes after lunch and I froze. On my left shoulder I felt a hand. I could feel the fingers through my blouse. There is a big mirror above the sink and I dared not look. So I stood there as still as could be with dish in hand, not caring at all to look to the left. But then the sense I had was that of a 14 year old boy and then the hand was removed. I still did not look but continued with doing the dishes. Okay, I am not so brave, my heart was beating a mile a minute!
A short time later I was visiting my neighbor and we were discussing her friend’s dead mother who kept coming back to the cottage they lived in. They could smell her perfume and feel cold air blowing. She also kept unplugging the fish tank, which they told her to quit doing.
So I told them about some of the stuff that was happening in the house and especially about the last incident. She said what I needed to do was say, “It is okay, you can go now”. When I was again alone in the house I stood in the middle of the living room and repeated that phrase twice.
No more noises, no more missing items, no more of any of what I had experienced for about 14 or so years in the house. Gone, it worked.
But the story doesn’t end there.
Fast forward to around 2000. My daughter met a lady at one of her jobs and they talked about where they lived. Apparently the woman as a child had lived in the same house back in the early 1960′s for about a year and a half with her mother and sister. They were all scared to be there and experienced much of the same things.
In 2006 my husband was talking to a neighbor lady who had lived in the house across the street since about 1955. She told him that there was a 14 year old boy that was murdered by his father in the garage with a screwdriver in the same house we were living in.
So it all began to make sense as to why the screwdriver disappeared and why my husband never heard or felt any presence of the ghost. We have never found the screwdriver.
So now that some of you are totally freaked out:
Have you had any experiences with ghosts?