It was the following November, we had been in the house for almost a year. Mr. G was home alone; he had taken a shower in the guest bathroom. As he walked out the door slammed shut behind him. Now there is one thing about this room… there is no window, there is not even a heater vent to create a draft… nada… He jumped and turned around to look, he was freaked, the door was shut. He opened the garage door and headed out … pronto… then that door slammed shut behind him, again no draft possible. He did not believe in ghosts. When I got home he had Christian music blaring and was trying to anoint the doors with oil. Things quieted down again for awhile after that. I wanted to see the ghost!
The following June I got a taste of her… Mr. G was in the kitchen, the doggies were in the kitchen. House rule; when a Daddy is cooking there is a chance of food falling from the sky (especially if a doggie trips the daddy) so the doggies stay around when we are cooking. I walked into the living room to turn on the evening news. We have 7 or 8 old books on the entertainment center along with other stuff. I was standing about 6 feet away with my back to the TV when I heard a loud bang behind me. Doggies came running out of the kitchen barking, I turned around, the one red book was laying face down about 4 feet from the entertainment center. It had come from the middle of the row of books; all the other books were still in position…
The doggies kept watch. We were not alone…
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