Which led me on another rabbit trail as I was mopping the floors. Mopping for me is where I think deep thoughts. I like mopping.
|The Quonset Hut today.|
|There it is today. It still gives me the creeps. Same old wood and timbers.|
Fast forward a few years. My parents bought a old house and had it moved onto the other side of the property. The city had condemned a whole bunch of houses so they could build a new freeway. My mom and dad bought one of those houses. It had been originally built in the 1920s. I still remember watching from my Grandma's house as our house went by on trucks. It was up on blocks until my Dad could get the plumbing done and the electrical wiring finished. ( My dad wasn't very good at that because when you flushed one of the toilets scalding water came out.) The day came while I was at school when they removed the blocks and it settled on its foundation. Then my parents began to turn this house into a home. They worked on it day and night.
There has always been weird things that have happened with that house. We kept our television in what was then our library. My Mom hated television and we rarely got to watch it. (She also didn't let us eat between meals nor other junk, like cookies.) One evening, it was a Friday night. I walked by the library and the T.V. was on. No one was in the library. My Mom was in the kitchen making dinner and my younger siblings were in the kitchen with her. I walked in and sat down and to this day, I am still scared of what I saw. I won't tell you all of the horrifying images that are indelibly still in my brain but one of them is a man looking up as an ax comes down and cuts his head off and the head rolls down the hill into a lake. I think I screamed. Now you know why I said what I did in my first paragraph. My Mom didn't believe me when I said I didn't turn the on the television.
I was thinking about that house. We only lived there 10 years after my Mom died. The people who bought it after us claimed it was haunted. The older lady who lived there alone, was finally moved to a convalescent home because her stories of the beings that were in the house talking to her freaked her family out.
So that is my Halloween creepy story.
There have been too many weird and unexplained things that have happened in my life. To not be aware of the supernatural.
|From ghoulies and ghosties|
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!