When we moved from Hammond to Baton Rouge 31 years ago, I was pregnant with Carrie. Frank was never home, he had two positions at his company; managing the shop in New Orleans and his regular job as salesman in a 4 state territory. I was by myself for days on the weekdays and often the weekends as well for maybe 3 years. I had no friends since we were in a totally new city. My Aunt and Uncle were the only family nearby and they helped me some with new Carrie and just being there as human companionship.
Being alone in a new city and new house with a new baby was no fun. And this house tested my being.
The house was really weird. The kitchen cabinet doors would open all by themselves. It would freak me out. The garbage disposal would sometimes shock me when I turned it on. It never shocked anyone else. So that freaked me out.
Over the years, really odd things would happen, like my rice would disappear from the pantry and turn up three days later on the counter.
Things still happen, we just accept that. Unlike the Poltergeist in the movies, ours is not evil. We have come to a sort of understanding relationship.
The last few days, the electric toothbrush turns itself on. Sometimes during the day, sometimes in the middle of the night when we all all sleeping. I now have a new electric toothbrush, the haunted one has been buzzing itself crazy on the carport for the last two hours.
It is trying to make a point. It will run, then sputter like an old car, stop, and run some more.
Two hours so far. Like the Energizer Bunny.
My new one is super sonic. So it might just be communicating silently with the other world on its own level. Or maybe it is the beacon for some alien ship.
I keep waiting for the HandiQuilter to start quilting by itself. Wouldn't that be nice? Sometimes I put a quilt on the frame and leave it there for a day or so.