Sunday, September 14, 2003
(Haunted) House Hunting
Finally found a house to live in. This one feels very positive, no standing up hairs or visions in the mirrors, no slamming portals or secret messages, no whispered voices. Yet.
This is the first house I'll ever live in that is not really close to a cemetery. I'm not unhappy about that.
While house hunting, there were several houses that I looked at that were already inhabited. There was one that was on Cleveland Heights Blvd., a blue and white one with an ivy- covered yard, but the man who lived there hasn't left yet. I think he might have died in the house, or was dying in the house, for the energy was throat-constricting. The safest place felt like the basement--I'll bet that he hadn't gone down there because it was too hard for him to get up and down the stairs, but I'm just speculating now. Anyway, I couldn't stay in the house for long. And the rest of the day I had a sore throat.
The other one was more subtle. We looked at a house on Lancashire. The realtor had closed the second floor window the last time she was there, but it was open. She closed it and we went up to the third floor. When we came back down the window was partially open again, and without remarking on it, she closed it again.
While we were there I noticed that all of the bedrooms (and the third floor as well) have extra deadbolt style locks, or in the case of one room, a flip latch and a padlock on them, as well as the traditional skeleton key lock. One of the rooms had both, plus a hook-latch. When we walked downstairs the third floor and the bathroom window were shut.
We walked through the rest of the house and took several more notes. I decided that I wanted another peek at the third floor. I walked up to the landing and heard a door creak. When I arrived there, the third floor door was open. I walked up, got my look and walked down again, closing the third floor door behind me.
When we walked out of the house, we stood on the lawn for a few minutes. The realtor happened to look up and she muttered, "I thought I closed that." I looked up, and the bathroom window was open again.
I wonder if the current tenants are having trouble keeping all of the windows and doors shut. I wonder if all the locks help.
Finally found a house to live in. This one feels very positive, no standing up hairs or visions in the mirrors, no slamming portals or secret messages, no whispered voices. Yet.
This is the first house I'll ever live in that is not really close to a cemetery. I'm not unhappy about that.
While house hunting, there were several houses that I looked at that were already inhabited. There was one that was on Cleveland Heights Blvd., a blue and white one with an ivy- covered yard, but the man who lived there hasn't left yet. I think he might have died in the house, or was dying in the house, for the energy was throat-constricting. The safest place felt like the basement--I'll bet that he hadn't gone down there because it was too hard for him to get up and down the stairs, but I'm just speculating now. Anyway, I couldn't stay in the house for long. And the rest of the day I had a sore throat.
The other one was more subtle. We looked at a house on Lancashire. The realtor had closed the second floor window the last time she was there, but it was open. She closed it and we went up to the third floor. When we came back down the window was partially open again, and without remarking on it, she closed it again.
While we were there I noticed that all of the bedrooms (and the third floor as well) have extra deadbolt style locks, or in the case of one room, a flip latch and a padlock on them, as well as the traditional skeleton key lock. One of the rooms had both, plus a hook-latch. When we walked downstairs the third floor and the bathroom window were shut.
We walked through the rest of the house and took several more notes. I decided that I wanted another peek at the third floor. I walked up to the landing and heard a door creak. When I arrived there, the third floor door was open. I walked up, got my look and walked down again, closing the third floor door behind me.
When we walked out of the house, we stood on the lawn for a few minutes. The realtor happened to look up and she muttered, "I thought I closed that." I looked up, and the bathroom window was open again.
I wonder if the current tenants are having trouble keeping all of the windows and doors shut. I wonder if all the locks help.
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