Dammit, Charlie.
Came home alone tonight to find one of the hidden attics wiiiiide open. (Funnily enough it was attic #2, named My Head. My Head was wide open... wait. That's not funny...) The door to it is in our kitchen and hidden behind a wooden room divider, which had been knocked over and pushed several feet from the wall. Meghan hasn't been home all day and I certainly didn't go near it.... Umm. Did a sweep of all the closets and rooms with a meat cleaver. Which is still resting beside me.
Called roomie and we're chalking it up to Charlie. It is Devil's Night; maybe our little resident ghostie is getting restless.
We've been having a lot of trouble with the attic adjacent to the kitchen. Meghan's called me saying she 'heard footsteps in it last night, but wasn't I... back... in Smalltown?' Yeess..
Doors started opening and closing pretty much when we moved in. Footsteps in empty rooms... Meghan said all this ended for her after we lived together the first time in college, but sure enough as soon as we move back in together her door starts opening and closing by itself and footsteps are in the attic. As for me, every place I've lived in since has been doing things like this. (Footsteps, doors swinging around, loud bangs that shook my closed door when I was the only one home. I once watched my flat iron move two inches to the left from across the room.) We've come to the conclusion that Charlie likes to follow me around; I think he's finally gotten his own bedroom in the kitchen and is happily settling in. Huzzahs.
So. If anyone wants to spend the night in a potentially haunted attic, come sleep in My Head and bunk with Charlie. Happy Halloween.
Dammit, Charlie.
Called roomie and we're chalking it up to Charlie. It is Devil's Night; maybe our little resident ghostie is getting restless.
We've been having a lot of trouble with the attic adjacent to the kitchen. Meghan's called me saying she 'heard footsteps in it last night, but wasn't I... back... in Smalltown?' Yeess..
Doors started opening and closing pretty much when we moved in. Footsteps in empty rooms... Meghan said all this ended for her after we lived together the first time in college, but sure enough as soon as we move back in together her door starts opening and closing by itself and footsteps are in the attic. As for me, every place I've lived in since has been doing things like this. (Footsteps, doors swinging around, loud bangs that shook my closed door when I was the only one home. I once watched my flat iron move two inches to the left from across the room.) We've come to the conclusion that Charlie likes to follow me around; I think he's finally gotten his own bedroom in the kitchen and is happily settling in. Huzzahs.
So. If anyone wants to spend the night in a potentially haunted attic, come sleep in My Head and bunk with Charlie. Happy Halloween.
Dammit, Charlie.