that my house has a ghost.
Her name is Christine Smoll and she was the previous owner who died on the bathroom. She was waiting for a kidney transplant. She was a deaf mute and had adopted a child from China named Molly. Molly's room is now my office.
So Poor Buzz, got visited by Christine. This has also happened to a previous house sitter who called me frantic she had just had a woman in a nightgown by the bed. TWICE....
OOPS.. .did I forget to mention that? I had to pay her extra.
I have seen Christine off and on for years, she comes around when we have guests mostly. She must have been a woman that liked company.
Buzz got the heavy footsteps and the cold stale air that goes through you. Yeah, I don't love that part. I get things that move, a deep heavy presence over my shoulder and her personal fav , clanging crap in the kitchen and standing in the kitchen doorway ALOT.
Well, there goes my house sitter. Gonna have to find another SUCKER...
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