When I was a newlywed, my hubby and I moved into a house that was over a hundred years old. I am convinced that house was haunted. One day I was sitting in the living room, reclining on the sofa reading a book while my hubby was playing one of his favorite albums on his fancy and expensive turntable. He had a thing about never playing the record twice in one day, saying it wore down the grooves on the record. He left the room for a few minutes and while he was gone the record had stopped playing and the arm swung back to it’s resting position and the stereo turned off. I remained on the sofa reading, not caring if there was music or not. About five minutes later the stereo turned on by itself and started playing that same record again! Right about that same time my hubby returned to the room and started to scold me for playing that record a second time! I was totally freaked out and told him that I hadn’t moved from my seat; that our ghost must have turned it back on! Of course he accused me of lying, but that really is what happened!
Speaking of spooky stuff, I’ve started reading a new book called “The Birthing House” by Christopher Ransom that my son lent to me last week. He said that he thought I’d enjoy it because I like to tell him so many stories about the ghost we had in our old house! So far I’ve only skimmed over chapter 1 and 2 and then put the book down. I can see that this book is going to be the kind that I am not going to want to stop reading once I really get into it!