Lately Mr. Goodvibes has been bothering both Debby and me. She got a new job that she started Tuesday. She woke up in the morning to find her stuff in disarray that she very carefully organized before she went to bed Monday night...last week I went upstairs to take a mid-afternoon cat-nap. Debby was already in our bedroom snoozing, so in order not to disturb her beauty sleep, I went into Kyle's room, kicked back on his nice couch, pulled up the black flannel blanket, and dozed off. I had been asleep for around 15 minutes (I rarely take naps longer than 30-45 minutes) and I was jarred awake by somebody poking me in the right shoulder, rapid-fire...5 times...and I heard the whisper, right up in my right ear: "It's HERE! It's HERE! It's HERE!"...I came fully awake and felt a whoosh. There was nothing and nobody there...but I sure did wake up from that ghost poking me and whispering in my ear.
Today I was upstairs looking in tupperware boxes that Debby put our important stuff in, under our bed. I pulled 'em out and had 3 of them open. I was looking for the title to my van, Ludwig, the 93 Chevy Astro van. I found it, and when I pulled the envelope out of the ziploc bag, the light in the bedroom turned off. The only way to turn that light off is with a remote control and there is no way it malfunctioned. I picked up the remote and turned it back on...that had never happened before.
I've confronted him on numerous occasions. We've all seen him. I just wish he would find peace. I'm going to look into finding out the history of this house...somebody must have died up there...the hidden room...the unexplainable incidents...it's just weird, I tellya. Cheers, WC1
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