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A Haunted House...
A woman came into the library asking for a local paper dated a little over ten years ago. She was seeking to discover if a murder had taken place in her house. The reason? She was being haunted and she couldn't take it any longer. It has only been four months! A neighbor asked her if she was leaving because of the murder and body that had been left for four days in the garage. She was stunned and came to the library to see what she could find out.
We found the article in the local paper and it turns out that it was true. A woman was tortured, and murdered in the house she lived in. To make matters worse, the body was stashed for four days before the killer rolled her up and took her body away, and dumped her in the hills.
Needless to say, I was interested since I've come to the conclusion that ghosts simply can't exist. I've thought a lot about it considering the fact that I don't believe in an afterlife or heaven, nor in the existence of souls that move on to take reward or punishment either.
Nope the simple reality works for me. We nurture the earth after we are gone, and we don't have to work extra hard to see mama in heaven one fine day.
So I listened and took notes and asked her if she would mind if I came by--considering the fact that she'd just moved out and seemed eager for validation. (or in my case NOT validating by seeing or feeling anything or perhaps finding a cause for her creeps).
We made arrangements for me to go by after work and she'd leave me the key. I was taking my fellow library friend Sue who is the opposite of me and has a sensitivity to things...a perfect foil for my opinion that the strange occurances were caused by natural and not unnatural pheonemon. When we got there, she was still there so it was better than we'd hoped.
These are the things that kept happening in the house.
The door at the bottom of a stairway kept coming unlocked. The woman who'd come in would lock it and firmly turn the deadbolt but when she came in, the door would be unlocked and swinging wide.
In the family room is a television that would come in in the middle of the night blaring loudly. The grown daughter took to getting up in the middle of the night, taking her infant daughter and sleeping with her mother. (Yes three women in the house. grandma, daughter and baby)
The baby would blow kisses repeatedly over the grandmothers shoulder. When grandma would look, the baby was focused on the away from her and at a corner of the room.
An extra bathroom that only contains a shower has a powerful putrid smell that comes back time and again. I didn't smell it but did smell a sweet smell that was masked by the reek of vanilla room deodorizer. ( I did notice that below this area is the underground cellar where the body could have been kept.
In the family room, at the top of the stairs (that lead down to the laundry room, basement and garage) the grandmother placed a playpen full of toys. With the weight of the toys it was a solid barrier to the stairs below and a convenient place to toss babys toys. When the small family came home, they found the playpen moved to across the room. This was the straw that broke the camels back. Four months of this sort of thing and the grandmother was on medication. She was afraid all the time and kept thinking people were breaking in and doing this strange stuff.
Both her and her daughter would wake up in a panic every night...it was too much and they were out of there. They moved out on Saturday.
Yesterday afternoon she recieved confirmation from the police department that the house had indeed been the location of the murder and where the murder had kept her body for days before dumping her.
Uncomfortable tidings. The woman who had died was named Susan.