Funny what you remember.
I love birdhouses.
But everytime I look at one, I am reminded of one of the houses we lived in.
The haunted house.
Yes indeed, we lived in a haunted house.
Read about it here.
Ghosts climbing the back staircase. Mother Mary protecting my son.
Any and all things supernatural lived in this house. Spooky.
|the haunted house|
When we had had enough of the ghoulish poltergeist, we decided to pack our stuff and moved on.
But just before we headed out the door, it decided to leave us with one more story to tell....
The evening's blue hour had faded to black. Son is sleeping peacefully for the night.
Daughter and I are talking quietly in the livingroom.
When I heard it.
Some sort of ruckus in one of the packed boxes.
You must understand that the house at this point was scaring me....a lot.
So I am thinking.....now what!
I am terrified, but carefully and cautiously open the noisy box.
Out flies a bat!!
It was living in one of my decorative bird houses.
And being the very brave woman that I am........I ran over to the neighbour!
He took care of the matter.
To this very day, each time I look at my lovely birdhouse collection, or any birdhouse, I am reminded of that haunted house.
A haunted memory indeed.
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