Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Tales from our Crypt #2

Now it's Week 2 in the new house. [Keep in mind that at the time this happened, I still had no clue about the local history of my town]

The first day of the new school for the girls. So I am busy capitalizing on my solitude to start doing a ton of move-in laundry (sheets, towels, etc.) down in the basement/first floor. (The house sits on a little hillside, so the finished half and garage face out to the yard, while the cellar-ish parts have garden windows.)

As I bent over the dryer, dragging out a load of flannel sheets, I felt, rather than saw, someone enter the laundry room - it was a familiar feeling, as if the Beloved had walked in, not a scary feeling. But wait. Beloved was still in CA. I was alone in a new house. I gasped a little as it hit me, started and whipped my head over to look at the doorway. Empty, of course.

So I returned to the sheets, and at that moment I felt as though someone, once again, was standing right next to me, trying to help me. I got all hackle-y again, but continued working. All at once I knew that this was a man, and a military one at that, and suddenly I felt like I was being smiled at for being a stubborn female who tried to do everything herself, injuries and all. How or why I "knew" all this - well, I have no clue. I just did. I knew without a doubt that this "visitor" was a proud, proper, old fashioned military guy. But as sure as I can tell you what the Beloved does for a living and what his personality is like, I knew the same about whoever was visiting me.

And I thought it was crazy, and maybe I was finally losing it.

Then I started up the basement stairs to the kitchen with my wobbly knee and an overstuffed basket in my hands.

When I got near the top of the stairs, the door swung open on its hinges. Okay...old house. Must be a weight on the stairs thing, I told myself. Right. Never mind that the door hadn't done that on my first several trips up and down those stairs. I made it to the top as I had that thought, and then as I walked into the kitchen, the door swung back shut - and latched - behind me. I have fairly long hair. It had to be sticking straight out at this point...

"Thank you, sir." I said. And then I got the feeling whoever "Sir" was, he was happy, and he was bowing. Then he was gone.

This was a little over 5 years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday - the feelings and intuitions I had - everything.

6 comments:

Packrat said...

So far I like this man/person/?. Thanks for continuing your story.

It's getting late where you are. I wish you a good night. God Bless.

gemoftheocean said...

Double wow. the "feelings" you can just explain away, but not the door latching itself....

gemoftheocean said...

BTW, I expect your "visitor" had children of his own, your #2 child must have been pretty young at the time, and he didn't want your youngster tripping down the basement stairs.

Kasia said...

I like him too...but I am guessing that not all of your encounters in this house have been this - well, gee, I guess you can call these "positive"...creepy, but positive...

Kit said...

Oooohhhhh Karen - you are so close to one of our most recent encounters...I'll get to it.

And Kasia - you're right. It's unsettling, but not really "scary" - no bad or evil Amityville type stuff, although I think we've annoyed him several times (like the one Karen's almost guessed).

gemoftheocean said...

H'mmm now that your son is toddling all around..a little extra care son's way, now that dad isn't around? Let me know if you see your catch with a ball and you can't see the other person....

Bathtime must be fun!