Today was my first day of the preop liquid diet, and I am so hungry! Anyway. I am getting so excited, my husband is coming home tomorrow, although we shall see if he actually gets to come here tomorrow. He will be in Virginia tomorrow morning but there is a possibility they will keep him there overnight and won’t send him here until Wednesday. I’m praying this is not the case as my last appointment with my surgeon is on Wednesday and I would love to have him here for it.
A really terrible thing happened last night. My husband called and told me that the guys threw him a going away party as he was the supervisor over there. While he was at the party someone broke into his room and stole his cd’s and half of the Christmas gifts for our family. Of course it was the jewlry so it set us back about 80 bucks. So I had to give him more money. This is really unfortunate as the only money we had was the money he asked me to set aside so he could buy gifts for me when he came home. Oh well. I will have him. That is gift enough.
Okay so I guess I should tell my haunted house story since I put out the teaser. So here you go.
My Story Chapter 6: Uninvited Guest
So we moved into the townhouse in February of 2001. It was a beautiful little place. It was two story with a fire place and a little backyard. It had two bedrooms and three bathrooms with a little sitting area between two windows in the master bedroom upstairs that faced the street. I really loved it there. It was one of those places that no matter how tired I was or how sick I felt I was happy and at peace. But it was not always that way.
The guest room doubled as our office at the back of the house upstairs. It was a quiet and semi dark room with a walk in closet. The walk in closet was the problem, or at least a big part of it. It started soon after we moved in, creaking upstairs that of course was just the house settling, thumping, things falling off the shelves in the walk in no matter how secure they were. Worst of all waking up in the middle of the night only to find the walk in light on and the door open when we both had checked it right before going to bed.
Every once in a while I would be going up the stairs and suddenly the hair on the back of my neck would stand up and I felt like someone was watching me. My husband felt the same way. We both usually ran up the stairs. My dog would even stand at the top of the stairs at night and growl.
Then my husband left for Saudi Arabia. It was to be his first deployment. My first time without him. It was really hard for me to get through because I was still sick. Then a few weeks in I had a dream that scared me so bad I almost packed up and left.
In my dream I was sitting on my couch with my back to the stairwell and I heard footsteps on the stairs. I turned my head and there was a woman on the landing. She was tall, about 65, thin, with her hair pulled up on top of her head.
I said, “Excuse me, what are you doing in my house?” She said, “I live here” I said “No you don’t this is my house leave.” She got really scary looking then threw back her head and laughed. She said, “You can try to make me leave but no one has suceeeded so far.” Then she turned and walked back up my stairs. Needless to say I woke up in a cold sweat.
Things got progressively worse from there. Nothing violent just more frequent. I must say I was really glad when my huysband came home. As soon as he came home we prayed over the house and everything stopped. I don’t know why I never thought to do it before then.
When I think back now I realize that that house was the only house my husband and I have every lived in that we did not have my Grandfather and the rest of the family bless.
Okay so that’s my haunted house story and it is the most I have ever dealt with even though my house now has seen the death of a child. There was a baby 10 months old that died here three years ago. He died of SIDS. Yet this house feels peaceful, happy, content, blessed. Who could ask for more.