Life moves quickly. I can't believe how long it's been since I posted something here. The activity hasn't stopped; we've just gotten used to it. The girls come to me at least once a week and tell me of something that has happened to them or something they've heard. It's all been benign things, but things that would make me raise an eyebrow or two. We've been lucky, or Father Patrick's blessing really had an impact. It just hasn't been convenient at those times to walk downstairs to the computer and write an entry.
Early this year Shelby saw the girl. This is how she described it to me: Shelby was alone in the house at the time, sitting in the living room watching some anime on her lap top. She noticed movement out of the corner of her eye in the direction of the stairwell leading to the upper floor. As she looked up she caught a glimpse of a young girl, leaning over the banister and trying to look at Shelby. As soon as Shelby saw her, she was gone.
Last week, the girls and were in my game room, just hanging out. Holly was doing a load of laundry, and as she carried it upstairs she was thinking to herself about something, and said to herself, "OK." Immediately, she heard a nearby whisper repeat. "OK."
She stopped, and called out to the the girls, "Did either of you just say OK?" They responded that they did not.
I was downstairs in the basement at the time. All the good stuff happens when I'm not around!
I'm still recording sporadically. I've picked up a little girl humming here and there. I'll need to post it soon.
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Glad to see you've posted a couple of times this summer. I've been following your blog since 2008 and still check it every couple of months for new postings.
How's Ernie? ;)
Maybe it's not the house but something you brought into the house that is causing the activity. That happened to me when I was living alone in my parents' vacation home. Most of the activity was centered in my bedroom. The bed frame (headboard, etc) for my bed was used...purchased by my mom at a consignment shop, I think. Anyway, that's when the activity started. After we got rid of the bed it stopped. The house was brand new when my parents bought it. Nobody had lived in it before and nothing weird had happend 'til that head board and frame was brought into the house.
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