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So not imagining things, then...
Claire (my sister) and my Mum went to our old house the other day. It's a thing we do. We spent most of our lives there, our cats are buried in the garden, and with the recent stuff, well..you know. It's a thing.
It's got about ten 20-somethings living in it now, the front porch has fallen down (like that's a surprise), but the rest of the house looks great. While she was there, chatting to the new Sandy Cross gang, Claire asked who was sleeping in the haunted bedroom. It was one of the guys in the house, and he hadn't noticed anything, which is to be expected, as Dad never noticed anything when he slept in that room a few times.
However, one of the girls *used* to sleep in there, and had made this guy swap rooms with her, as she *had* noticed something. Almost exactly the same something that I noticed over the 5 or so years that was my room (and people wonder why I have nightmares so much), which Claire and Mum had both experienced when they've slept in there. So not just the Telford girls being mad then...which is nice.
Seeing as we were only the second people to own that house, the trail leads to the Menzies lot, who built it, and to before the mad old Miss Menzies we bought it from, as she just used that room to store apples. (really. When we went to look at the house, there was a bed or somthing like in there, piled about four foot high with apples. She just put them there, very few of them were ever used. Smelt of apples for years)
A weekend of odd revelations, most of which would not be found funny by lots of people even though my family find them hilarious, so I think I won't go into detail, and some expected blahness.
Now to attempt sleep.
It's got about ten 20-somethings living in it now, the front porch has fallen down (like that's a surprise), but the rest of the house looks great. While she was there, chatting to the new Sandy Cross gang, Claire asked who was sleeping in the haunted bedroom. It was one of the guys in the house, and he hadn't noticed anything, which is to be expected, as Dad never noticed anything when he slept in that room a few times.
However, one of the girls *used* to sleep in there, and had made this guy swap rooms with her, as she *had* noticed something. Almost exactly the same something that I noticed over the 5 or so years that was my room (and people wonder why I have nightmares so much), which Claire and Mum had both experienced when they've slept in there. So not just the Telford girls being mad then...which is nice.
Seeing as we were only the second people to own that house, the trail leads to the Menzies lot, who built it, and to before the mad old Miss Menzies we bought it from, as she just used that room to store apples. (really. When we went to look at the house, there was a bed or somthing like in there, piled about four foot high with apples. She just put them there, very few of them were ever used. Smelt of apples for years)
A weekend of odd revelations, most of which would not be found funny by lots of people even though my family find them hilarious, so I think I won't go into detail, and some expected blahness.
Now to attempt sleep.