My house is not haunted, but there is paranormal activity here. I have heard my name called out when no one is home with me except my airhead dog and geriatric cat. I have seen shadows move across walls when no one is moving in the room. I have heard my voice mimicked in my own ear, clear as a bell, on a bright summer morning. And I have heard my daughter speak to something in the night. Have I had my home investigated by the very team of which I’m proud to be a part?
I can hear you all, saying incredulously, “WHAT?!?” to your computer screens.
I know what is happening and it doesn’t bother me. Not in the slightest. Maybe, someday, when our schedule is quiet and my fellow investigators are bored, then sure. I’ll pack the kids off for a weekend at Grandma’s and we can scour this place with our equipment and senses. And probably capture not one damned bit of evidence. But I’ll be OK with that. Because I think of whatever is here as our “silent” family member. A freeloader who doesn’t pay rent but, then again, doesn’t raid the fridge.
But this post isn’t about me. It’s about my mother.
She moved to Georgia, from West Virginia, almost eight years ago. After a stint in an apartment, she moved into a home at the outer edges of Acworth. It’s a cute little three-bedroom, two-story house and she loves it. And all was going well with her move-in until weird things started happening. At first, she noticed a bath scrunchy had been moved from the shower head to a basket. She hadn’t moved it and no one had used that bathroom. “Oh, well,” she thought, “maybe I moved it and forgot.” And then more odd things occurred.
She called me one day in a tizzy. “My vent! Over my stove! It just turned on by itself! And I’m pushing every button on this danged thing and it’s not turning off!”
By itself? I thought. Now, that’s weird. In all my years doing this I had never encountered appliances acting of their own accord. I told her to reset the breaker for the kitchen and chalked it up to faulty wiring or crappy vent.
Until two weeks later when I was at her house and witnessed the dishwasher turning on by itself. There is no timer setting on this dishwasher and my mother hadn’t touched it while we were there. Darned thing just switched on and you could hear water gushing. That’s when I knew weird stuff was afoot.
When sitting on her couch, hearing her front door open, and footsteps trooping through the foyer while the front door was locked and shut and she was looking straight at it, that’s when my mother said, “Alright. That’s it. Bring in your team. I want to know what’s going on.”
Our investigation was quiet. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. We investigated the whole house and during our downstairs session, we clearly heard a woman giggle on the second floor landing. No women were upstairs because we were all downstairs being quiet. Other than that, the night was still.
When I presented my mom with our evidence (minimal) and personal experiences (benign), her outlook and attitude on the whole situation changed. We told her that she had just moved in, painted, adjusted, and changed the house. That was sure to stir up energies already present in her home. It could also be that whatever is there is trying to get her attention.
Since my father died 15 years ago, my mother has been lonely. She is active socially and lives near us, but coming home to an empty house each day can be something else entirely. She treats the paranormal activity as she would a roommate. On many nights, Mom still hears footsteps downstairs while she tries to fall asleep. The appliances now all behave and the bathroom scrunchies stay put. Mom, it turns out, also has a not-so-silent roommate who has made her presence known and pops up every now and then to remind Mom that she is still there. And my mother no longer worries about her house. She’s a lot like me in that respect.
Just don’t ask her about the possum in her garage. That’s a WHOLE other story!