So we have a ghostie at the house.
There are numerous things that have happened over the past 9 (!) years that have proven to me, over and over, that there's someone else living here.
We (several of the residents of the casa) have determined that it is centralized to the laundry room, although occasionally we've seen him in front of the house and around the other rooms. He seems to be a window peeker.
Our poor mutt sleeps in the laundry room, and she will often bark psychotically at the windows at night.
Well, inexplicably about 2 years ago, the paint on the walls and ceiling in the living room began to peel. In giant sheets. It looks like a bomb went off. Or so I thought before this morning.
Today, the bomb really went off. Really. There's suddenly a 3' diameter hole in the sheetrock, a giant pile of insulation and crappy plaster/sheetrock on the floor, and the dog looks like she's seen a ghost.
And I'm cleaning stuff up.
There's nothing like a little distraction when I'm trying to do something else.
1 comment:
So are you inferring that Scary Guy took a ghost sledgehammer & made that hole or that he can do it with his mind?
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