So. I have a co-worker who is haunted. I’d say that her house is haunted but when you hear the full story it’s kind of apparent that she is the one who is haunted and any house/apartment she moved into would immediately become a haunted one.
Let’s call my co-worker Kelly – why not. Kelly’s husband died of Hodgkin’s when they were both in their twenties. There’s zero funny about that. In order to try and get some kind of info on where he might have gone, she started attending a medium group. As far as I know she never really got any solid info on her husband. However what she may or may not have known was that when she started attending this medium group, she basically cracked open the doorway between her and the other side.
Listen. I’m not saying any of this is correct or incorrect. Until we die none of us know what this time-on-earth gig is or isn’t all about. So I’m not mocking Kelly and I’m not saying it’s true. I’m just telling you what appears to have gone down.
Kelly met her boyfriend at the medium group and they now live together. This was her first mistake. Now there are two cracked open doors to the other side and as a result their house gets continuous visitations…
During her work day when Kelly’s at the office and I have not witnessed anything spooky. However all evening and weekend Kelly is allegedly subjected to some pretty weird stuff. Her TV turns off when she’s trying to watch it. When she takes a video of her kid playing, it’s hijacked by spirits trying to leave messages. As she’s trying to go to sleep, doors round the house will start slamming, paper bags make a rustling noise like they’re being scrunched up, from somewhere in the living room they’ll be a noise like someone’s being whipped.
Now I kind of like the idea that there might be something of a two-way street between here and what’s on the other side. If I was ever to check out early it would be nice to think I could pop back from time to time check on the kids and to see if BB found himself a nice new girlfriend. However. I would not be an inconsiderate spirit. Making whipping noises and crunching bags when people are trying to sleep – that’s just rude. Just because you don’t have to do a daily 2-hour round commute now you’ve shed your human body, doesn’t mean that the living don’t have to. Inappropriate.
Kelly recently bought a little piano for her son. She set it up in the living room ready for her kid to play. However, that first night she heard the tinkle tinkle of discordant tunes all night long and no it wasn’t musical mice. She needs to get rid of the kiddy piano.
Do I want the piano, she asks?
I don’t want your spooky piano, I reply.
And that’s how I got to my intriguing title.