I’m not sure if I ever mentioned it, but my husband doesn’t believe in ghosts. That is until one night. They say ghosts come to animals, children and those that don’t believe.
We had gone to visit my son and his family in Kansas after my first grandson was born. His house was built in 1920 and we stayed in the apartment upstairs. One night we were fast asleep. There are two full size beds and let’s face it, we are not the smallest of people. I slept in one bed with the dog and my husband slept in the other one. The beds were really creaky just like old beds are.
It was about 3 AM and all of a sudden I heard him get up. He was yelling at me, so now I am awake. I asked him what was wrong and he said someone was scratching his back and he thought it was me. He then realized it wasn’t because I WAS sound asleep when he woke up.
He figured he would then go to bathroom since he was up. Now, the bathroom is in the hallway. You have to walk through the kitchen and living area into the hallway and there is the bathroom. I know it sounds wierd but don’t forget it was built in 1920.
So now he is on his way back from the bathroom just walking through the bedroom doorway and I thought he lost his balance and fell into the doorway. I started yelling at him for making noise when they were sleeping downstairs. He said someone pushed him. Yeah right. I thought there was definitely something wrong with him. He says no really, someone pushed me into the doorframe.
So by now I can’t go back to sleep because once I am up there is no going back to sleep for me. He finally lays down in bed. There are those pull shades on the windows. No sooner he lays down and the 2 shades going flying up. Okay, no one is going back to sleep now.
The following day, he went to take a shower and there are scratches on his back. He was talking to the neighbors the next day and they said oh it’s probably just Mrs. B. Just turn on the basketball game for her and she will be happy.
Do you believe in ghosts now????
The house was originally owned by a doctor. Mrs. B. lived upstairs. Once the doctor died, she bought the house and moved downstairs. I guess she liked it better upstairs! :)
P.S. I’m sorry, I had part of it wrong. Here is the correction: The house was originally owned by well drillers, mrs b was married to the dr, Dr. Bukley , they lived upstairs for 20 years til they purchased the house, and moved downstairs, she died at 102, in 2006 when we bought the house!
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