The ghosts of the house of rock

Three of four weeks ago:
Jesse and HCAlicia were relaxing in Jesse’s room in the house of rock when the sound of footsteps could be heard slowly climbing the stairs… but I wasn’t due home for another 6 hrs.

Jesse and Alicia both sat up startled at the noise. “Hello?!” Jesse called out… the footsteps immediately stopped.

He jumped up ran to the bathroom and retrieved a long metal rod and began descending the stairs. The front door was still locked.

Last night:
With no electric outlet for our dryer, we’ve been hang drying our laundry. One Monday I hung my freshly washed bed sheets over the shower rod in our downstairs bathroom. Last night I retrieved these freshly washed sheets and brought them to my room. As I pulled the sheets across my bed I noticed a small dusty hand print centered on the dark green felt sheet.

But my hands were perfectly clean…

(cue eerie music)

5 thoughts on “The ghosts of the house of rock

  • 1/19/2005 at 11:00 pm

    Either you’ve got laundry elves or the ghost of a small child running amuck; either way, I am never coming to your house again.

  • 1/19/2005 at 11:02 pm

    aaaaaaah i hate these stories

  • 1/19/2005 at 11:38 pm

    Or….Jesse made the handprint and made up the other story to freak you out.

  • 1/20/2005 at 11:32 am

    i think you’ve got yourself a leprechaun problem.

    don’t forget, throw shoes at it. its got to polish them.
    or something.

  • 1/20/2005 at 11:36 am

    Jon Abad: Excellent comment. Educational AND useful.


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