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Thursday, November 05, 2009

Scooby Doo, Where Are You?

I was back at the new house today ripping more vines off the landscaping (with gloves on this time) when a woman in a car pulled up. She asked if we're living here or just cleaning it up. She asked if we were renting or we bought it. She told me she was a former tenant and just had her mail delivery changed but that it might take a few days before it's completely redirected. Sure enough there were a few pieces that had come earlier that day and I went in to get them for her.

She went on to tell me she had moved down from North Carolina only four months earlier and her newest address is the third place she's been in. Said she was only in our house three days before she left.

"Why?" I asked.

"Um, I can't say, I don't want to make any trouble... Didn't [our landlord's wife] tell you that I might have to check the mailbox for a few days? She didn't mention anything...?"

"Oh, did you have a problem with [our landlord's wife]?" (Thinking her no-nonsense personality may have somehow ruffled the former renter's feathers.)

"I'm not going to talk about it, I might end up in a lawsuit. All I can say is, you'll find out soon enough..."

And with that she sped away.

A few minutes later my friend Val arrived up to check out our new place and I told her what she had just missed. We theorized about what could be wrong with the house. Squirrels in the attic? Typical old house nuisances like the old plumbing and dead electrical socket in the laundry? It couldn't be the neighbors, several are friends of friends and they speak highly of everyone else on the street. A grisly murder? Ghosts...?

We settled in and were enjoying a couple cold ones on the porch catching up. Her son just made his Confirmation and she'd had a slew of relatives in town visiting for the event. She said her son was really getting into the religion thing and I offered to give her the crucifix I'd received for my First Holy Communion and two bottles of magic juju holy water from my aunt's healer-priest friend that I'd found cleaning out my closet, figuring he might appreciate it.

Without warning, the upper sash of the double hung window I was sitting in front of came crashing down about two inches behind my head.

Val thinks I might want to reconsider my offer.


rae said...

Oh Lynn! I guess you will have some blog fodder at the very least. Be careful, dear.

Suburban Correspondent said...

Ha! Someone else thinks a haunted house is good blog fodder - it's not just me!

Leave the lights on.

Maureen said...

Call Ghost Hunters!
And you wouldn't be referring to my mother, would you? SHe would be very disappointed!

L said...

Yes, it's your mom's Fr. McD limited-edition H2O. My mom keeps a bottle on the dining room table near all my dad's medical paraphernalia (hopefully they don't use it to sterilize his syringes.)

Don't mention it to my girls or on FB - Grice has watched way too many Saw movies! They don't read the blog, but I did tell your sister, C, about it.

Jennifer said...

You need to buy an EMF detector now, as well as thermal imaging, dvr and other assorted ghost hunting equipment.